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Pairings: Cicero / Future Dragonborn - Listener
Location: Bravil 188 4E (well before events at Helgen in 4E 201)
Story Status: Complete!
(All Chapters 1 - 6 posted)
Summary: Tasked with delivering an important message to the Listener Alisanne Dupre in Bravil, a young and cocky Cicero let's curiosity get the best of him. The Listener's stammering and seemingly meek apprentice Beatriz, he soon learns is but a year his junior. She is also an "innocent" and not apart of the Dark Brotherhood. At least not yet according to Alisanne and even though Cicero is ordered, during his short stay to help protect yet keep his distance from her apprentice, he cannot help but bend the rules. To not just find out why Beatriz holds the Night Mother's interest but his as well.
Warning: I choked up a little during writing this chapter. So you may need a tissue too.
Teasing them back his left hand opened and closed. Unsure where to go till he decided to cautiously rest it upon Beatriz’s hip. Squeezing gently, silently telling her not to stop. Encouraged she did not and he felt her stretch to tip toes to wrap her arms over his shoulders. Dropping his hand from her face, he slipped both of them next to the small of her back. Pulling her into a tight hug as a new urgency grew within him.
A small part of it was to wiggle free and make a run for it. Since if the Listener caught them like this, Cicero was pretty sure he would face serious consequences. Breaking at least one of the tenets although as of yet technically he was not disobeying his superior. Or so he reasoned as he gave into the denied and forbidden that was the Listener's, not so innocent after all apprentice. Beatriz still could not see him, at least not clearly as he could only see so much of her as well. And when she asked who he was he gave the lie the Listener provided easily.
Regardless the other and larger part of him wanted more. Not just kissing but to simply get to know her better. Seemingly meek but full of surprises, he wondered what others she had in store. Cicero could only hope to deliver more messages to their Mistress or even a contract to bring him back at least once more to Bravil. To Beatriz but for now Cicero tried to push all worries and daydreams of such things aside. To focus upon the here and now, Beatriz's lips and the clean and somehow cooling taste of them. As if she had just munched upon a few carrots for a snack.
When her tongue at last shyly sought and met his Cicero trembled. It took all his self-control to not rush in like a brute and taste her deeper. Instead he wanted to feel what she was going to do next. The slow, careful yet intense kiss alone was more than he ever expected. At the most he hoped to just share a few words, get her to laugh and leave her with a smile.
But a hard life taught him the value of keeping the bar low. Or better still to not expect much from anyone. Before becoming an assassin and since the bloody moment of his baby sister’s birth Cicero still tried. He had tried so very hard to be good by hunting to provide coin from pelts and meat upon his family’s table. All for his baby sister while helping his older brother keep their drunken abusive father in check.
Also Cicero knew from such an experience that surprises unlike the ones from Beatriz were for the most part unpleasant. Everything took work and failure could certainly result in despair and death. Just like how things did not work out for his father but at least now Cicero was here and alive. He was for the moment happy with just kissing Beatriz and being a part of a new family. His older brother, Ramiro was better suited to be a father to their baby sister anyways.
Cicero tried not to think about them or his life before the Dark Brotherhood. However in moments of calm such as now his older brother’s painful last words haunted him.
“You… he’s dead Cicero. First Mother and now Father? As if what you did to her wasn’t-”
“He struck her for laughing! Not me, HER! And he was going to hit her again!“
“Still how could you!”
“I promised! I promised Mother to keep her safe from harm!”
“Tell him to leave Ramiro! I told you he is unfit to be around Tullia. I told you!” Peronella his brother's new wife snipped and looked upon him with utter discust.
Ramiro signed wearily, "You are right Nelly, of course."
Cicero tried to protest, “But brother-“
“I'm sorry Cicero but you must go and never come back.”
When he moved to give his wailing sister one last hug, Peronella snatched her up shrieking, "Leave! Leave now or I'll summon the guards you filthy murderer!"
"Please just go brother. We'll take care of her now," Ramiro pleaded as his wife tried to calm Tullia.
"Cic-Cic want Cic," the two year old girl hiccuped between sobs.
The moment Beatriz felt the Messenger’s lips still, worry bubbled in her stomach. It felt as if he was fading away as the fire inside of him was dying down. When he started shaking, gave a small sad sound and tried to pull back she tightened her grip upon the front of his robes.
“Forgive me Beatriz, I should-“
“Stay,” she whispered and heard him suck in a ragged breath. She listened as he kept taking one more after another. Each one seemed to give him some strength. Yet between upon exhales he still gave a small sound of pain. As she tried to think of a way to comfort him Beatriz insisted, “P-p-p-please stay. Don’t la-leave just yet.”
“Really? You really want me to stay? To not go? But if only you-”
“Yes,” she interrupted and pulled him closer. Resting her cheek and hand upon his chest the hammering of his heart boomed in her ear.
Hugging her about the shoulders he struggled with something and confessed, “But I ruin everything. I’m a terrible-”
“Sta-stop it! D-d-don’t even sssay that!” Beatriz winced at the hardness in her tone. Yet she could not stand him to continue, his self-loathing was so terribly clear. Shyly she reached to stroke his face and ask him why he would even think that but at his throat she felt the cut.
“Oh n-no! I … I hur-hurt you!” She moved to fetch him a healing potion. He clung tightly to her hand as she pulled him along. “S-sorry um…”
“It’s just a scratch. I’ve been cut worse before,” he sniffed but took the vial offered. “Still, I thank you.”
After a time and hearing him set it down empty Beatriz wrapped her arms about his waist. Pulling him close again, she smiled. When he snuggled his face into her neck with a sigh it grew. At the hot tears she felt next it faded. Leaving her to hold onto him only tighter and worry over what was bothering him.
“You must think I’m a fool.” He pulled back just enough to press his forehead against hers and sniff wetly.
“F-f-fools d-don’t cry. They laugh sssilly,” she weakly joked.
He snorted and did that funny humming chuckle again then teased, “Oh I’ll make you pay for that.”
“Wa-why? Whe-when la-laughter tastes better than pa-potion. It's all-always there to help ease pa-pain, d-don't you know?”
"I can think of at least one thing that tastes and feels far-far better."
His lips coaxing hers to part but this time more was his answer. She felt a deep rumbling groan as her fingers checked then teased over the healed cut at his throat. Squirming in his arms she felt him slip deeper and demand more. Sucking back just as hard and eager she pressed closer as he moaned happily back. He felt and even tasted so very good. Trembling, Beatriz savored the sweet and spiciness to his kisses. At least until the apprehension of their Mistress possibly finding them finally set in.
"I don't care. Mistress said I should only try not to be seen by you. It’s dark now is it not?" His muffled yet playful words had caused something low and deep in her stomach to flip-flop about. His hands sliding to hips to cup her bottom set it wild. At her shocked gasp into his mouth he jerked them back to her hips. He even went so far to break the kiss to squeak, "Um Sorry! I-oh! Oh my! You’re just as bad!"
Letting him know what he had done was more than welcome, she had settled for action rather than struggle with words. Quickly she ran her hands down his chest, sides and promptly squeezed his ass right back. “Shhh or sh-she wa-will hear us,” Beatriz giggled, grasped her hands about his waist to pull him close and kissed him again before he could get any louder.
"You're so... unexpected... but... I like that! I really do," he mumbled out between soft and slow pecks. Pulling her down to sit in his lap on the closest chair they could find. He tucked an arm under her primly closed knees as his other hugged along her back to keep her upon it.
Beatriz relaxed when he kept his hands where they were at. Besides what happened earlier this boy seemed respectful and in no rush to take things too far. Instead he worked a trail of small light kisses along her jaw to her ear. When he started to nibble upon it Beatriz whimpered at finding out how very sensitive they were. How good it felt till she remembered he had yet to get to and puzzle over the tiny point to it.
"Mmm like that eh?"
She did but nervously started to squirm and when that did not work she spoke up. "Kah-kiss me, again."
She would have asked but always struggled over pronouncing the word please or any word that started with that particular letter the most. His soft chuckle tickled her ear and she swore she could feel him grinning as he whispered, "If that is your wish... then I'll oblige."
His voice. His taste. Sweet divines, help me. I want him forever and always.
The more time passed, the more Cicero's fingers tingled the very thought slipping lower. For now his right hand had moved from her knees to massage her left shoulder as his other teasing up and down her back. Holding his breath he debated over whether or not to dare brush his palm lightly over the rise of her modest breast. When she broke the kiss only to moan and catch her breath, Cicero with a sigh settled for keeping it where it was. His greater wish was to see her face, to watch carefully and know the moment he was taking it too far so he could stop.
The opening of the room's door suddenly made the wish moot. In their Mistress’s eyes, he had indeed taken it too far. The dally with the Listener's Apprentice was coming to an end. And the Listener for the Dark Brotherhood was not in the least bit amused from the sounds of things.
Actually it was the lack thereof for she made none, at least at first. Probably in utter shock over how Cicero did not bother to flinch but instead stubbornly refused to stop what he was doing to her apprentice. Reasoning he was going to probably be killed for this, Cicero just simply closed his eyes tighter, stole one more kiss from Beatriz and awaited hopefully a swift death.
His dearest Beatriz however had other plans. She sprang up and out of his lap moments later as if he just cast a flame cloak spell. Shielding her face too from the bright light that spilled in from the hallway she scrambled to get between them and promptly spilled her guts. Surprisingly and fortunately she did not stammer much.
"M-mistress! I made him do it! I swear! P-p-please don't pun-punish him! I blew out the candles, sa-pa-prised him, p-put a knife to his throat. Told him to-to explain himself, he said he was your m-messenger and-"
"That is enough Beatriz. Yet from the look of things he did not appear upon my arrival terribly put out by your demand." The Listener's voice was utterly calm and collected as Cicero jumped to stand. Her hands folded behind her back as she slowly made her way around the two of them.
Cicero felt terrible as he heard Beatriz start to cry but dared not to look up. He only risked taking her hand as it bumped his. And he wanted to smile in bittersweet joy when she squeezed it back and struggled to collect herself.
"D-don't pun-pun-p-punish him! M-mis-misss-tress p-please."
She kept on speaking as the Listener just remained silent as the Night Mother to the rest of her children. Every word she uttered next was choked out. Cicero thought it must have only brought Beatriz more pain and embarrassment. Yet she would not stop.
And it was all done for him, the lowliest of assassins, brought into the fold for killing his drunken father. Who raged and understandably went mad at what his middle son had done. But Cicero had to do it. He always did what he was told and for mother always. He had to save his dearest sister, especially since his mother told him that everything would be all right. So as told he cut her out.
“Good boy Cicero. My good boy. You did the right thing. I’m so proud of you. So very-very proud of… my brave boy! She’s so…”
“Mother? Mother no! No! You said-you said everything would be... Oh Mother! No please! NO! Don't go!”
But Beatriz would not listen. She only tried again and sobbed harder as her Mistress slowly pried her fingers loose from his. All the while she shushed softly and gently then pulled her apprentice away to the kitchen.
Cicero could not even bear to look now and see the pain which probably contorted Beatriz’s flushed wet face. Instead he kept his head low. Did not even need to be told to remain and stood right there not moving one inch as the door closed behind them. The darkness enfolded around him once again. Only this time it gave no comfort. For this time he was now alone.