Short snippet
Title: Their last meting
Author:
dearkiki_fics (new)
Pairing: Mark Antony/Cicero
Rating: NC-17
A/N: My second try... Hope you like.
"You will do as I say, my dear Cicero. I believe we agreed on that already." Mark Antony's smile could be more intimidating sometimes, than his open anger. He leaned awfully close to Cicero's face, drunken breath tickling his cheek. Cicero started, when Antony clasped one hand on his neck firmly.
"Of course, Consul. You know, that I would help with anything you need in Senate, but this..."
"This is what I want," Mark Antony interrupted him abruptly. Cicero gulped.
"Try to understand me. I can't do this. Despite what you think about me, I am not a whore..."
"That's good. Then you should not cost so much. Enough of talk, Cicero. I want you on your knees. NOW!" Although Antony kept his voice controlled and calm, his words made Cicero shiver. He licked dry lips and considered his options. Nevertheless, when Antony put out his dagger and slowly ran fingers along the blade, Marcus Cicero found himself convinced. He fell to his knees with a soft thump. Mark Antony grinned triumphantly at him.
"You see, it was not so hard." He reached for Cicero's head and pulled it against his groin. Cicero struggled from his grip and paused, breathing deeply, when Antony released him. "What? You know what to do, don't you?" Antony asked with a smirk.
"Yes... No! I am not going to do this willingly. I am sorry, but I can't. You have to make me. Hold that dagger to my throat or something..." Cicero asked, looking around the room, avoiding Antony's eyes... or anything else.
"As you wish," Anthony smiled, pressing the point of his dagger against the bend of Cicero's neck. "In fact, it's more thrilling this way, don't you think?" He pressed harder to draw some blood. Cicero hissed and Mark Antony growled impatiently. "Now, will you suck my cock already? It could be difficult with your throat cut." Cicero gulped, nodded and took him into his mouth, closing his eyes. "No, no Senator. Look at me... yes... like that." Antony started to thrust into Cicero's mouth mercilessly, one hand around his head, holding him in position. "Yes! ... You had to do that already, Cicero. Did your friend Brutus teach you how to suck a cock?" Cicero growled at that and tried to pull off, but the pressure of Antony's dagger changed his mind. "What is it, Senator? He didn't tell you?" Antony grinned down at the man kneeling in front of him and thrust harder. "You are almost as good as he was." He could see the shock in Cicero's eyes, but Antony didn't tell him more. Instead, he came hard into Senator's mouth, the power of the moment overwhelming his senses. Then he pulled out and patted Cicero's cheek.
"It was a pleasure, my dear Cicero. Your mouth is talented in more ways than one, it seems." He smirked, watching Cicero stand up again. For once, Marcus Cicero didn't know what to say. He brushed the dirt from his knees, trying not to think about what was said.
"If that's all, I..."
"Yes, of course. You can go now Senator." Antony watched him with amusement in his eyes.
"Excuse me then, Consul." Cicero nodded slightly and turned to leave... Soon, you will see, that I am not so powerless, Antony. Very soon.
Author:
dearkiki_fics (new)Pairing: Mark Antony/Cicero
Rating: NC-17
A/N: My second try... Hope you like.
"You will do as I say, my dear Cicero. I believe we agreed on that already." Mark Antony's smile could be more intimidating sometimes, than his open anger. He leaned awfully close to Cicero's face, drunken breath tickling his cheek. Cicero started, when Antony clasped one hand on his neck firmly.
"Of course, Consul. You know, that I would help with anything you need in Senate, but this..."
"This is what I want," Mark Antony interrupted him abruptly. Cicero gulped.
"Try to understand me. I can't do this. Despite what you think about me, I am not a whore..."
"That's good. Then you should not cost so much. Enough of talk, Cicero. I want you on your knees. NOW!" Although Antony kept his voice controlled and calm, his words made Cicero shiver. He licked dry lips and considered his options. Nevertheless, when Antony put out his dagger and slowly ran fingers along the blade, Marcus Cicero found himself convinced. He fell to his knees with a soft thump. Mark Antony grinned triumphantly at him.
"You see, it was not so hard." He reached for Cicero's head and pulled it against his groin. Cicero struggled from his grip and paused, breathing deeply, when Antony released him. "What? You know what to do, don't you?" Antony asked with a smirk.
"Yes... No! I am not going to do this willingly. I am sorry, but I can't. You have to make me. Hold that dagger to my throat or something..." Cicero asked, looking around the room, avoiding Antony's eyes... or anything else.
"As you wish," Anthony smiled, pressing the point of his dagger against the bend of Cicero's neck. "In fact, it's more thrilling this way, don't you think?" He pressed harder to draw some blood. Cicero hissed and Mark Antony growled impatiently. "Now, will you suck my cock already? It could be difficult with your throat cut." Cicero gulped, nodded and took him into his mouth, closing his eyes. "No, no Senator. Look at me... yes... like that." Antony started to thrust into Cicero's mouth mercilessly, one hand around his head, holding him in position. "Yes! ... You had to do that already, Cicero. Did your friend Brutus teach you how to suck a cock?" Cicero growled at that and tried to pull off, but the pressure of Antony's dagger changed his mind. "What is it, Senator? He didn't tell you?" Antony grinned down at the man kneeling in front of him and thrust harder. "You are almost as good as he was." He could see the shock in Cicero's eyes, but Antony didn't tell him more. Instead, he came hard into Senator's mouth, the power of the moment overwhelming his senses. Then he pulled out and patted Cicero's cheek.
"It was a pleasure, my dear Cicero. Your mouth is talented in more ways than one, it seems." He smirked, watching Cicero stand up again. For once, Marcus Cicero didn't know what to say. He brushed the dirt from his knees, trying not to think about what was said.
"If that's all, I..."
"Yes, of course. You can go now Senator." Antony watched him with amusement in his eyes.
"Excuse me then, Consul." Cicero nodded slightly and turned to leave... Soon, you will see, that I am not so powerless, Antony. Very soon.