Rise of the Guardians

Arlecchino

Chapter Seven

Marcaria was humming as she stirred the pot. She had picture directions on how to make the soup. She added in the cut vegetables and stirred it before putting the top on. She liked the smells already brewing as she then went to the garlic bread. Momus actually made the loaf as Marcaria slathered it in the garlic butter, her own stomach already grumbling.

There was a thud and then Momus spilled into the kitchen, half-naked and pissed.

"Hey there, sunshine," Marcaria waved the loaf in front of him. "Smell good?"

"Yes but that's besides the point."

"What are you doing? Does it have to do with anything about your pants hung around your ankles?"

"I decided too late to enter naked and got halfway there."

"All right, fine, I'll bite. Why?"

"Seriously? You have to ask that?"

"I'm in the middle of cooking dinner! We don't have time to.. You know, fool around."

"You won't burn the house down."

"Really, what about last night?"

"That was an accident."

"We didn't even notice until the bedroom was full of black smoke!"

"That was a fun night."

"MOMUS!"

"Fine." He sat up as he jumped up and down, dragging his pants up with a grumble. "I'm horny."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"And you're not?"

"I.. I'm working on dinner!"

"Someone's avoiding the question."

She walked away from him only to find him wrapped around her. He was still aroused as she continued to grumble. She put the bread aside and stared at the toaster oven. "How does this work again?"

"Set the timer to heat up the bread," Momus turned the dial. "Like that."

She stared at the numbers ticking down. "I can't read it.." She mumbled.

"We're working on that."

"Really? Everything we start ends up with you trying to get me in bed!"

"Works, doesn't it?"

"Momus, geeze."

"You know the alphabet now, you will pick up on reading in no time."

"I guess." She wiggled, unable to get out of his grasp. She dragged him with her to the soup, stirring carefully.

"That smells delicious." His nose went into overdrive. "Lovely work."

"Momus."

"Yes?"

"Stop pressing up on me!"

They ate in moderate silence for dinner. Not an uncomfortable silence but a simple one as Momus's eyebrow raised while Marcaria slurped at her soup, struggling with the spoon.

"Uh, Prank?"

"What?" She gave in and picked up the bowl, chugging down the broth as she burped and set it down. "That was good! Not bad for my first meal made in centuries."

"You used to cook?"

"Of course. My mother taught me when I was young. After all, it was important that a woman could cook what her husband could kill."

Momus choked on his spoon. "I see," He rasped. He coughed harshly. "Do you hunt?"

"I… do, time to time. Not lately since you feed me but I did do so when I was on my own, in the world, alone."

"How?"

"Most common way was to use a wood fire."

Momus became distracted by something, turning away from their conversation to stare at the kitchen's exit. He pushed back as he hurried out of the room, Marcaria following him hurriedly. He tried to shove her back inside once outside but she bit his arm as he swore.

"I will be punishing you later," He hissed at her. They turned to see Eris looking around thoughtfully. "What the Hell are you doing here?"

"Visiting my brother, duh." She swerved around, her hips swinging smoothly with each step. She was radiant, seemingly more so as she smiled slowly.

"Why are you putting on the charm?" Momus crossed his arms. "You're not my type, remember?"

"Wait, Gods do that? The whole incest thing?"

"We bed anything we want, how many times do I have to repeat that to you?" Momus shook his head. "And not all of us do so."

"No, you don't because your mythology is pretty much lost. All we know is that you're a prick and Zeus hates you."

"As much as I enjoy your company, we're busy having supper."

"Zeus has been fuming and I think he's going to sick Hera on you."

"Hera doesn't do what he wants, she does what she wants."

"Not if he can coax her jealousy. Despite how your girl looks, if Zeus pays attention to her regardless of that fact, Hera will be jealous."

"I don't want Zeus! He's a dick."

Eris's eyebrow raised. "I see my brother has been mind wiping you with his opinions."

"No, he's a dick. He tried to rape me. That's a monster."

Eris paused. "All right, I can understand that."

"And why all of the sudden are you people coming to warn me of things I already know?"

"No one should be dealing with your Spirit, Momus. We are the words of humanity, written and created by their impulses and thoughts. Your Spirit was human, is given a life again, and is under the protection of not only what she protects but the very thing that rose her."

"Again with Lune," Marcaria muttered.

"And he is very powerful. Zeus is headless at this fact, fully in his glory of mythology of thinking he is untouchable. Though it is said that he would father a child that will overthrow him."

"Which is why he's stopped having children. Thankfully, mankind has invented the most fun thing called contraception such as the condom and the diaphragm." Momus nodded.

"Wait a minute.." It hit Marcaria like a ton of bricks "We didn't use any!"

"And we won't."

"And why not?!"

"I don't need protection!"

"You want me knocked up?! Don't you have children already?"

"I don't know that at all and I really don't care about them even if I did. I only care about what we have," He patted her belly with a pointed stare.

"Not until I'm good and ready," She hissed.

"Yea, you can't really stop me at this."

"Eris!"

"He's right. When we want something, we usually get it."

Marcaria threw up her hands. "I'm going to sleep in my own room until this is sorted out."

She disappeared into the home as Momus blinked slowly. "She doesn't know what she's saying."

The siblings stared at each other. "Eris, I don't get you and Mother lately. Why are you so damn interested in keeping Prank safe?"

"For your benefit and hers. We may be narcissistic but we do have hearts."

There was a heavy pause.

Eris sighed. "If you want to run off.."

Momus was gone in mere seconds. "Geez. It's been a while since he's gotten some but that was just sad."

Marcaria was in the kitchen, cleaning up as she chewed on a piece of garlic bread. She moved with ease in the kitchen, memories of when she used to take care of the family home while their mother worked in the gardens coming to mind. "Ah, Mom."

She dropped the plates in, remembering her mother had died only a few short years after her own death. Her mother always loved her children and her life was cut short of the loss of her oldest girl.

Marcaria rubbed her face, her eye tearing up. "I wish they were still around."

"Wish who was around?"

"My family. It's nice, for you, right? To have your family still nearby?"

"Depends on what they're doing," Momus paused. "You know, -we- could have a family."

Marcaria turned red, turning to start washing the dishes. "We're still learning about each other and stuff. I'm not ready for that."

"Fine, I'll go with that." Momus sat at the kitchen table. "I want kids."

Marcaria sighed loudly. "Can we drop the subject?"

"Only if you promise to return to our bed."

"Your bed."

"Our bed. Our bed. Our bed."

"You're sounding like a child."

"I'll show you child."

"I'm holding a knife, Momus."

Momus dropped away from her, having just been about to grab a hold of her.

"It's our bed now. I even changed up the colors to be more.. Feminine."

"Green is not feminine!"

"It stands for Mother Earth, she's feminine."

"I hate the color green. I like the blues and night colors."

"Romantic."

"Exactly!" She wiped her hands dry. "I didn't pull your dish as you hadn't finished."

"I'm full enough," He dumped the residue from his bowl into the sink. He added water as he blinked. "I'll wash it later."

"Or use magic to cheat."

"I don't cheat all the time."

"Of course not, it's just the easiest way to deal with things."

Momus followed Marcaria. "Keep going," He said pointedly as she neared her old bedroom. "Keep it up, keep it up.."

He kept himself two steps behind her, his breath on her hair as she paused only slightly in front of the bedroom before he pressed intently behind her. "I said keep going."

She stopped fully, glaring out in general. "I might if you were a little nicer about it," She snapped, turning around to turn her glare onto him.

He groaned and fell to his knees with all the drama soaked in his body. His head dropped forward against her belly as she almost fell for it.

Till his hand came up to grasp her buttocks.

"This isn't nicer. You're just trying to… keep your tongue to yourself!" She shrieked, dancing away from him.

She tried to enter her bedroom only to be kidnapped by Momus. "Mo, let me down!"

"Make me!"

She threw a hissy fit on his back, beating the lower part of his back before even trying to bite him. She spat out clothing. "You need to wash your damn clothes!"

"They're clean!" He protested, turning around in a full circle as she watched the world zip by. "Besides, I won't be wearing these clothes for much longer."

She snorted as he entered 'their' bedroom as she was planted on the bed.

"I still need to punish you," He said darkly. "You do not bite me!" He shook a finger at her as she put it into her mouth. He was momentarily interested before she bit him pointedly.

He swore, shaking his injured finger. "You're being a bitch."

"You're being pushy."

"Go back to being shy and rude. You know, where you don't say no to me."

"Since when did I never stop saying no?"

"Kind of hoping you'd start that kind of soon."

"Momus, you're such an ass," She sat up, head butting him. "Ow!"

"Ow, yourself," He muttered, rubbing his forehead. He stood up, stretched and took off his shirt. She shimmied off the bed and started to walk around him only to find him grasping her hips as he fell to his knees. "Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you're going?" He peeked up at her, smug.

He undid her pants as she tried to figure exactly where she wanted this to go. It wasn't like she didn't want to but she was still feeling rebellious. The pants fell, followed by the frilly underwear, though he'd paused heavily at that sight.

"Like them?"

"Is your bra frilly too?" He peeked up, looking at her from in between her covered breasts.

"Yea, I thought I should dress a little more.." She gasped in hurriedly. "Sexy. "She squeaked.

He lifted her onto the bed's edge, licking into her with slow leisure. She wove her fingers into his hair, as he climbed upward and helped her take off her shirt.

He nipped at her chin, going down to suck her breasts' nipples, alternating sides as she watched him. He could be very loving when he wanted to be. Of course, he had to be if he wanted to get what he wanted.

He pulled away from her, once she was nude and panting. He climbed past her as he undressed, Marcaria helping him out of his pants.

"I don't know why but I love that you don't wear underwear," She giggled at him.

He smirked as he leaned backwards. "Good. How about this for an idea? Why don't you explore first?"

She turned red.

"Come on, lovely, you know you want to."

"Okay but you can't make fun of … stop moving your toes against my crotch!"

"Sorry. I just wanted to get you started."

"I still bite, you know."

"Go below the belt with the teeth and Daddy won't be happy at all."

"Keep talking like that and I won't explore."

His mouth closed tightly. "I'll be good," He whispered tightly. "Honest!"

She flushed as she ran her hands against his chest. She licked at his skin, suddenly giggling.

"What's so funny?"

"Nothing. I'm just glad you're not some hairy guy."

"I have enough.. Ow! Bite me again." He winced as she obliged him. Her careful exploration was slow for both the experience and that she was starting to feel very shy.

So she explored with her hands first, fingers stroking up and down his shaft carefully. He watched her as she studied his cock carefully.

"I'll be on my best behavior."

"Don't be pushy. I'll get to it." She was red. "I've never done this before! In my day, we didn't even talk about the mechanics of sex, let alone.. Well, this."

His eyes pierced hers. "I'm not going to force you. I just thought you might want to explore. I've got you nearly memorized and you do run your hands on me time to time."

"I know some of you," Her gaze dropped to his waist. She gave a timid lick. Her hesitation made her seem more enduring to him, knowing it was taking all of her courage just to hold him.

He shifted, running fingers through her hair gently. "I love you."

She looked up at him as he tilted his head to the scarred side.

Her eye narrowed. "If you're thinking what I think you're thinking.." Her grip tightened painfully on his cock.

"I wasn't thinking anything… okay, it's another hole, it was just a passing thought, I swear! Geezus, let go, let go, let go!"

He breathed in relief when her grip finally slackened. He sighed again when she began to explore with her mouth. It didn't take long before his fingers were woven tightly in her hair, moaning softly with delight.

She was surprised when he rolled over, knees on the outside of her head as her eyes met with him. He smirked, his head still in her mouth. "Just wanted a little more control."

She bared her teeth pointedly.

"Do you want me to come or not?"

Her face turned red as he grasped her head gently, starting to move his hips. She couldn't take his entire length but enough that he was panting softly.

His fingers untangled and climbed onto the bed post as he groaned. "Almost.. Almost there…"

Her hand grasped at the base of his cock, tightening as he gritted his teeth. Her tongue worked into overdrive as he suddenly pulled away, rolling to his back and finding himself delighted as she rolled with him, her mouth still on him.

His fingers grasped the bedpost again, watching her as his arousal began to peak. "Faster. Move faster. That's it, Prank, that's the spot… here I come, baby, here I come.."

He threw his head back with a growl, his body erupting. When he came back to the Earth, he couldn't help laughing at the look on her face as she gulped and licked at her lips.

"Taste good?"

"I don't know… it's… different.." She wiped at her mouth. "And a lot. How do you men deal with that mess?"

"Well, there's with a towel, in the shower, or with a woman."

She stared at him with a deadpan stare.

"Or all over," He perked up. "Coating you would be fun."

"Momus."

"Sorry, my imagination is getting the best of me," He pulled her up, licking at her neck as he maneuvered her. "Come sit on me, lovely."

She purposely sat so that his manhood pressed against her buttocks as he groaned. "Close but not quite there."

She rubbed backwards, making his eyes cross.

"Don't make me punish you."

"Like you cou…"

She was pinned on her front, legs forced open by the movement of his knees. He rubbed hard as she tried to move only to for him to flip her over as she gasped at the swift movement. There was a bit of a scuffle before she found her arms tied to the bedpost.

"Crap."

She glared at him. "Hey, Daddy, how about letting me go?"

"Ummm.. No."

His hands roamed before fingers found her entrance, slowly building fluids. Fingers stretched her as he hummed and worked slowly before she was tugging against the fabric tied around her wrists. "You.. Your fingers… can't all.. Fit.." She was squeaking at this point as three fingers straightened.

"Momus.. All right, you win, stop please."

He smirked at her as he began to add a fourth finger. She fought against the binding, crying out.

"Say you're sorry or I won't stop."

"Momus.. I won't ever say sorry!" She was rebellious. She began to cry out hoarsely, pleasure spreading through her lower limbs.

She eventually began to wiggle, desperate for him to stop teasing. He licked his fingers leisurely, leaving her hanging as she vainly pushed her body toward him but unable to loosen her binding. "Untie my hands! Untie my goddamn hands, you motherfucker!"

He was laughing by this point as he crawled over her, lifting her hips and bending her legs over his shoulders. He entered, hard and swift as she was bent, crying out with each thrust.

"You keep being a bad girl and I'll have to keep doing this. By the way, I suggest you keep doing so. This is -very- fun," He kissed her hard as she moaned against his lips.

He rode her, pushing her into the bed as his hips moved in growing desperation. He reared, finally shouting in his native tongue as his body tensed and shuddered

She eventually became aware that she was bent at a ninety degree angle. "Momus, you're going to break my back."

"Hmmm.."

"Momus, please!"

He sighed as he pulled her legs off her shoulder. He smiled slowly at her.

"All right. Now untie me."

"On one condition."

"What is the condition?"

"Have to agree to is first."

"Will it hurt?"

"There might be some spanking."

She paused for a moment. "All right, I'll agree."

He undid her bondage and smiled slowly, again, at her. "Hands and knees."

"What?"

"In front of the fireplace, on the rug, on your hands and knees."

She was red. "Are you.. Going to watch me get into position?"

"Why would I not?"

She flushed even redder. "Not sure how to think about you staring at my ass."

She then glared at him. "You said it wouldn't hurt!"

"I'm not going to do anything with your ass, Prank! It's called 'doggie' style. If you would get into position, I'll gladly show you what it is."

"Didn't we do that already?"

"Look, either you move now or I move you and tie you up at the same time."

"Momus!"

"I can't help it if I can figure out what you like before you realize it."

She shimmied off the bed and found him speaking. "Crawl for me."

She got on her hands and knees and pointedly wiggled her buttocks at him as she smirked as she then leisurely crawled forward. The fire alit as she fingered the rug. She hadn't realized how soft and plush it was.

She shrieked as the snap of pain from his palm. "Owwie!"

Fingers ran across her back, falling into a deep massage. She relaxed as his hand came back down and then struck.

"Stop making me relax if you're going to keep doing that!"

"But I like the surprise."

She looked over her shoulder pointedly.

"All right, Prank. I'll be a good boy."

He shifted to pose over her. "Well, next time."

Before she could say anything, he'd thrust into her full tilt, hitting her deep and eliciting a sharp ping of pain.

His head was against her neck, his hands over hers as he began to mount. It got to the point where her body was lax and she desperately wanted to lay down, feeling all of the pleasure numb her limbs as she moaned in tune with him.

Her head buried against the rug as he freed one hand to strike in a series of snaps, making her eyes cross.

"Momus.."

"Oh, I'm sorry, did that hurt?" His thrust changed and began to hit high and hard, the ping of pain growing in the pleasure as she tried to move. He kept going at the one spot until she swore her eyes crossed permanently.

"Stop, stop! Momus, I can't… stop… oh, god…"

"That's right, that's your God," He pulled his other hand to grasp her hips and focusing on angling, looking for that one best spot. His teeth bared as he forced as much of himself into her. He grunted, his eyes lightening to a very bright green, nearly apple in color. His body shone as he gave into his power, something of which he rarely did when he was with another person and made her scream his name again and again.

Her body was limp, resting on her forearms as her head pressed against the rug. Her eye met with his as she begged softly. "Please, Momus. I can't take much of this."

"Are you sure?"

"No! I don't know what I want… for you to keep going until I can't feel anymore or for you to stop before my body turns into your damn energy!"

"I'm not going to consume you, just mark you as mine."

"Haven't you done that already?"

"Yea but I like it when you're submissive."

"Momus.." She turned her head away, feeling him jut harder into her. She was painfully aware of his length, of his feel and movement. She wondered why her mother never explained this side of the act, the way it felt rather that the other explanation that one becomes pregnant by laying with a man.

Fingers dug into the rug when she cried out as he pulled out. She felt him splatter against her, her entire body turning red.

"I can't believe you…" She didn't get to finish as he reentered, just as hard. "Momus.."

His head moved to rest against her ear. "Come for me. I need to feel you grasping me so tightly that there's no possible way for you to let me go."

She whimpered and then moaned as he rode her, driving her into the rug as she felt herself about to go off the deep end. As she was pushed over completely, she was dimly aware of his own fall into oblivion.

She awoke in the very early morning, wrapped comfortably in the bedding. He was rolled over to the far edge, snoring softly as he twitched in his sleep. She sat up, watching him sleep as she then turned her attention to the window that lead to the balcony. She edged out of the bed and walked around, picking up the light blanket on the arm chair to wrap around her. She found the moon full and bright as she looked up at it.

It dawned on her. It'd been a long time since she actually talked to Lune, she wondered suddenly if he might be angry at her. She shifted, suddenly feeling guilty.

"I'm sorry, I lost the mask," She peeked up anxiously. "Zeus kind of… took it."

The moonlight grew slightly stronger as she blinked. "Yea, I know. I've been told that I should call on you."

"I will, I will," She said hurriedly. "I don't fancy the attentions of Zeus. Since he seems so.. Uncaring."

The light once more strengthened momentarily. "I don't know much of his or their mythologies. I know he just takes what he wants."

She looked behind as Lune said something. "Him? He's… um… well, mine."

She was a little possessive. "And he swears that I'm his too. You think he's lying?"

She listened intently. "He's been alone that long? How do you know that? Right, right, you can see everything over the world, including what mortal eyes cannot see." "So, you don't think he's lying?"

She sighed at his answer. "I know I should trust my instincts and heart. It's just I've been alone for so long, I sometimes feel as if this is just some wonderful dream that I'll wake up from, somewhere on the Earth cold and lonely."

Arms wrapped around her as Momus stared up. "Giving her worries and doubts, now are you, Mr. Moon?"

"He's not! He's trying to convince me that my own actions speak for themselves and that everything will be all right."

"Good. Otherwise I'd be pissed off at your Lune."

The moonlight strengthened on him. "Yea, I'm not under your jurisdiction… what you do mean 'I am'?"

He glared. "Hey, just because I have taken something of yours does not mean I'm under your tutelage. I don't need your help!"

Her bare heel went into his foot as he swore. "It's an honor to be under his light! Trust me, this will be a good thing. He doesn't control you, now does he?"

"No but he doesn't control you either."

"He entrusts me to do my.. Job.. Crap.." The moonlight fell upon her. "I can't, Lune! Not without my mask…"

She paused as she looked up fully. "You only gave it to me for me to feel more comfortable? I don't understand, when people see me as this, they're afraid of me."

"No, they're afraid because they pick up on yours," Momus said from behind. He nodded to the moon.

"I… I can't believe that! When I had the mask, all the kids laughed!"

When both the moon and Momus stared at her, she felt hot under the collar figuratively. "I'm going back to bed. Good night!"

She stormed in as Momus smirked to the moon. "Women. Can't live with them, can't live without them. Well, I can't, don't know about you."

He took a few steps backwards. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like a little privacy with my woman so take your light away for a while."

He closed the glass doors, watching as the clouds covered the moon. "He's really nice. I should talk to him more."