Third one-shot

Zan/Messiah

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Drunken Scenario Part 2

Zan made his way slowly into the inner corridors of the palace with a pleasant light-headedness. He had sent a bottle of wine to each of his fellow Feudal Lords—excluding the Emperor after the trouble he and Gideon had gotten into weeks before—as a gift for no reason other than he could. It was something he liked to do among friends and other performers and he didn't see it being a failed method in other places. There was no harm for a little kind spirit between them but he might have imbibed in too much of his own share.

The world around him floated pleasantly and he kept a hand pressed against the wall so he would not lose his way too terribly. It was a bit late to regret sending his assistant away for the night.

It wasn't as if it would take much for him to acquire help. Most were still more in awe of him because of his status as a singer rather than as the Minister of the Seven Territories. All were eager to speak with him for a moment and if they could actually be a help to him was all the better.

He hummed quietly to himself, listening for all of the soft sounds that would direct him to his next turn. People were surprised he got around as well as he did but he'd had his share of practice and knocking things over.

"You're hugging the wall a little closer than usual."

Zan's lips curled into a smile, having heard the gentle footsteps coming down the intersecting hallway.

"Good evening, Messiah. Yes, I suppose I am."

Messiah smirked and reached out to offer his arm. Even blind, Zan could tell and took the offering with a smile of his own.

"I suppose your gift had something to do with that. Thank you for the wine. It's nice to have." Messiah said seemingly completely unbothered to be Zan's guide. He didn't often come across the opportunity with Gideon, Ewan and even Titus happy to take the roll but he'd never let the man struggle uselessly.

"I'm glad you're pleased." Zan mused, holding Messiah's arms with both hands. He still felt like he was floating, only this time he had an anchor. Messiah made a good anchor. He was steady and reliable, no matter how occasionally short sighted and shady he could be.

Years of being trained at Rubrum Lux had indeed crafted his already brilliant mind into a genius one, but he had acquired a few quirks along the way he kept hidden. There were few secrets that Zan could not see in his own way.

"Were you heading back you your rooms? Or were you going elsewhere?"

Zan snickered, feeling his mood heighten. "Would it matter, dear detective?"

"Certainly not," Messiah said with a roll of his eyes. "But it will make it easier to know where to escort you if I know where I'm going."

"Ah," Zan laughed softly, the sound too pretty. "You are quite charming when you are not posturing."

Messiah gave a one sided shrug. "I do not posture."

"Ah, my dear Prime Minister, I'm afraid you do. You do in the meetings and when you're giving orders, making sure everyone sees our too clever Lord and to make sure no one finds themselves stupid enough to cross you. You do whenever someone becomes too rude or forward with our Emperor as well. You wear intimidation well when properly motivated." Zan grinned. "You do around Titus, who returns with his own posturing."

Messiah nodded faintly and pulled Zan's hand up to his lips to kiss. "My dear Zan. I'm not sure how you're interpreting these things but I shall correct you gently."

"Do," Zan's grin remained.

"I am stern in court so we are not misrepresented. We will not be seen as the fools our predecessors were. Ewan especially will shine and all will see it. Likewise, anyone who presumes to be too foolish towards him won't be facing my wrath alone. I imagine you would be a frightening threat indeed." He paused, making a face despite Zan being unable to see it. "As to that fool, he is just that. I hardly notice."

Zan giggled, his drunken stumble being corrected by Messiah at the last moment. "You notice. You must notice my dear or that would be admitting that something got passed you. You don't miss things."

"Thank you for thinking so highly of me."

"I do," Zan leaned on him a little heavier as they walked. "Which is why it's time to admit you care for our resident thief. You've no problem being rather friendly with the rest of us. The two of you even work together strikingly well."

Messiah sighed, "How much have you been drinking, Zan?"

"Not much, I promise." He tilted his head to the side as if really looking at Messiah. "Where have you decided to take me? I do believe we have passed my quarters."

"Hm," Messiah smiled faintly, honestly wondering how cunning Zan had to be. He might have been a happy drunk but he was still so overly aware of his surroundings despite his handicap. "I was taking you to my room until I was sure you could be left on your own."

"And there is your sweetness again," Zan cooed. "You should let it out more. I for one would like to hear it more."

"Mhmm," Messiah chuckled. "You think you're funny when your tipsy, don't you."

"No, humor is not in my skill set." Zan said but he couldn't help his giggling. His face almost hurt from smiling but that was one of the best kinds of aches.

Messiah made another noise that said he was trying to figure Zan out and opted to say nothing as he walked Zan into his rooms. He didn't bother with the pleasantries or formalities. They were long passed that. Instead to took Zan right to his bed and helped him sit.

"There, you rest here for a while." Messiah said.

"Would you help me with my jacket?" Zan asked, head swimming. He fidgeted with his cuffs and it only took a moment for Messiah to help him out of the long fabric. "And vest, my fingers don't seem to be working well."

"There," Messiah repeated with a soft sigh after helping him out of the cumbersome clothes.

"Shoes, Messiah. My shoes." Zan smiled serenely, holding his leg up for Messiah to take to slip off his heeled shoe. He was pulling off the second one before it occurred to him that Zan was looking a little too smug.

"To bed with you," Messiah shook his head, refusing to admit he was amused.

Zan reached out blinding, groping the air until he caught Messiah and tugged him closer. "I couldn't possibly take your bed. Certainly not when you're not even in it."

"Ah, had that been your plan all along." Messiah rolled his eyes but folded easily when Zan's hands wrapped around his wrist to give him a gentle tug. He sat on the edge of his bed and couldn't help a faint smile. He had already half started undressing the man anyway. May as well continue.

He shoved Zan back, not at all surprised then when former singer started laughing. He seemed to be a very pleasant drunk which was a little bit of fun all on its own. Messiah moved up to his knees, straddling Zan's waist and undressing him one piece of clothing at a time. He was a beautiful man, no doubt about that. It was little wonder that some occasionally mistook him for a woman. He was soft and those gentle smiles drew people in easily, all practically tripping over themselves to please him.

Messiah leaned down, brushing a light kiss against his chest.

"Clothes, Messiah." Zan said, his voice breathy and a smile still at the ready.

"Hmph..." Messiah moved away, doing as he was asked and laying his clothes out neatly beside Zan's. When he returned, Zan beckoned him closer with a curl of his fingers. He traced his fingers up Messiah's wonderfully sculpted hips and chest, up his throat to cup his jaw and pull him down for a kiss.

"Sit with me, detective." Zan said giggling when Messiah pushed him back onto the bed again crawling over him.

"Is this what you wanted?"

Zan shook his head, "Almost, but not quite. I know it's not how you expected things to go, but I had something else in mind." He had a hand on Messiah's hips and flipped them over neatly. Messiah was used to pinning down the much bigger Titus but he'd never expected to need those skills against Zan.

"Zan," Messiah frowned. "What are you doing?"

"What I want." Zan smiled, pulling Messiah into one of those slow kisses that could unravel Ewan in seconds. The two of them had shared small kisses before but Messiah had never been on the wrong end of one of the dizzying ones. He couldn't bring himself to think about where he could have learned such a skill.

Zan fingers kneaded into Messiah's chest and bumped their hips together every other beat. He might not have been able to see, but he could feel. Messiah held himself together strong but he crumbled slowly. He fed moans into Zan's mouth and trembled when the all too knowing fingers dug into the right spots. It shouldn't have been so easy to arouse him, but Zan did everything by feel.

"You don't have a problem with me doing what I want, do you?" Zan murmured against his ear, taking the lobe between his lips to suck on. Every time Messiah's hands moved to take the upper hand, Zan shoved them away, rendering Messiah limp with a hard bite he usually only ever got from Titus.

Messiah gasped, those kinds of thoughts fleeing when a hand curled around his cock. The touch was too light with the occasional hard tug.

"Quit toying with me," Messiah demanded, his words going unheard.

Zan only smiled, letting his kisses trail across his jaw and down his throat. The hot erection in his hand twitched every time Zan nipped at the skin beneath him.

"You taste nice," Zan mused, still sounding happily drunk. "Touch yourself."

Messiah growled, "Zan."

Zan laughed quietly, not making much noise this time but his shoulders shook. "I need help, Messiah." He stroked the underside of Messiah's cock from tip to base and back again. "It's not as if anyone will see."

"You..." Messiah grumbled, refusing to let the comment make him feel guilty.

"Touch yourself," Zan repeated his freehand squeezing his hip. "Please."

Messiah moaned, silently cursing in frustration. He reached down for himself his hands brushing against Zan's. He pumped himself quickly, relief almost crashing into him at being freed of the too light touch. He was inching closer towards his climax when Zan grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away.

"Not there. I can do that." Zan's voice was low and it tightened the knots in Messiah's stomach that were already forming. He pulled Messiah's hands lower, forcing his fingers to prod at his own entrance.

"Zan!" Messiah inhaled sharply, eyes wide at the bold move. He'd have expected it from Titus or Gideon. Maybe even August but the patient Zan was a surprise.

"Do it for me." Zan purred pushing Messiah's legs further apart and forcing one of Messiah's fingers into his hole.

He held back his moans, too proud to let them out. It made his breath shake and his chest heave.

"Come now, Messiah. You can do better." Zan muttered, holding onto Messiah's wrist still and rocking it inside of him deeper.

Messiah cried out, trying to jerk his hand away and shocked at the strength Zan had to keep him in place. Touching himself wasn't unheard off. Even touching inside of himself wasn't too abnormal even if it had been some time. He could still steel himself up accordingly and take the pleasure he gave himself without it being embarrassing. This time might have still been his own touch but Zan was controlling it.

"Ah!" Messiah jumped, a whimper escaping when Zan pushed in a second finger. He fucked himself on his own fingers and it sent him to a new high. That too light touch on his cock had his hips rocking in vain, "Zan!"

"That's it," Zan said sounding strangely serene. "Rotate your hips."

Zan moved his hand faster, releasing his erection and pushing one of his own fingers in along with Messiah's two.

"Son of a—!" Messiah moaned, his hips arching up and rotating into the taunting touches. His eyes rolled back and everything felt too tight. The way Zan teased him left him reeling and wanting more. "Damn it!"

"It's okay." Zan purred, forcing his touch along with Messiah's own to teeter at opposite intervals. Messiah had completely relaxed underneath him, submitting to the torment that left him aching. His bent legs shook, refusing to wrap them around Zan for any kind of support. It left him with no other option other than bucking his hips up, begging for attention.

Messiah's scathing response was drowned out as Zan's single finger ground relentlessly into his prostate. The area was prodded until he was sure he'd lose his mind. His release was building slowly and it wouldn't take much to undo him completely. A second too soon Zan pulled away, pulling out his fingers too and kissing his palm, all before his climax had come.

"Shh, be good for me." Zan cooed, placing both of his hands on Messiah's hips to properly find himself before thrusting inside of him in one smooth movement.

Messiah arched, a ragged cry passing his lips as he fought for air. The pleasure was great, and being left on his back while he was fucked left him feeling shyly exposed. Zan rocked against him, the hard thorough movements leaving him helpless to do much more than reach up to hold onto Zan's shoulders.

"Fuck!"

Zan sounded breathless, even as he was back to giggling. "Wonderful. Keep your hands there." He leaned down, peppering Messiah's chest with light kisses that kept him twitching and gasping. "You are so well behaved for me."

Messiah growled, but had little room to complain when the pace of each thrust increased. He grit his teeth and thrashed in every direction but Zan remained on top, keeping the squirming detective in place.

"Now, now," Zan said, smiling down at Messiah. "You're almost there."

Messiah felt himself go hot. His skin was on fire and it seemed like everything Zan said made it worse. He reached down, once again trying to wrap his fingers around his cock but Zan caught his wrist and rest it back on his shoulder.

"I asked you to keep your hands here, Amadeus." Zan said, voice low. His real name on his lips left him shaking. It was all too much. He inhaled suddenly, crying out when Zan thrust a final time before spilling inside of him. The heat doubled and he came between their chests, a sharp noise on his lips.

They panted simultaneously; the pair slumped together with Zan still stroking his hands up and down Messiah's sides.

"You are quite good at that," Zan muttered, finally sounding tired. "You do take such good care of me."

Messiah shuddered, a quiet moan passing his lips when Zan knelt and pulled out of him.

"Lay with me a moment?" Zan requested, pulling on Messiah's arm until he crawled higher to rest his head on his pillows beside Zan.

"I do have more work to attend to, you know."

Zan smiled, "Just for a moment?"

"You are something else." Messiah muttered, not having it in him to complain when Zan gathered him close and held him, fingers stroking through his damp hair. Work could wait a while longer.

"Such words are quite the compliment from you." Zan said quietly before he began to hum. The music had no words but his voice was still beautiful. After only a few minutes he felt it the very moment Messiah went limp in his arms.

Out cold to the world, he unconsciously cuddled himself against Zan, still a sweaty mess from their prior engagement.

"Did you need something, my dear?" Zan asked, his voice only slightly louder than a whisper so not to wake Messiah.

"No. I was just watching." Gideon chuckled, quietly stepping into the room. "I'd wondered where he'd gone but I couldn't bring myself to interrupt."

"Thank you," Zan said primly.

Gideon smirked, "So what did he do?"

Zan made a puzzled sound, "Do?"

"Yes," He grinned. "You were showing your merciless side. You must have thought he deserved it."

There was a moment of silence before Zan sighed happily and smiled. He still felt like he was floating but the wine haze was clearing. "Perhaps he did not deserve it, but he sure needed it. Poor little one should not be so in control at all times."

Gideon leaned down to press a kiss to Zan's brow. "You're perfect for taking him down a peg than. How long before he realizes that he did everything you asked like a lost puppy waiting for a command?"

Zan's shoulders shook and he continued to stroke Messiah's hair, attempting to keep him asleep. "Oh he struggled with it a little."

"And still succumbed to your too pretty voice and demands." Gideon grinned, "It's about time your mean to someone besides me. These little ones have no idea. Even this clever one will just assume it was the wine."

Zan hummed, "Surely you overestimate me, Gideon. I think I will rest a little too."

Gideon laughed, not fooled by Zan's show of innocence. He kissed his head again. "Devil," He teased as he turned to leave.

Zan's smile only grew and let Messiah cuddle closer. It wasn't such a terrible sort of devil to be.