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runicloreFirst Order of Business
Author: Amber Michelle
Fandom: Fire Emblem 9/10
Pairing: Sephiran/Zelgius
Theme: 11 - in silk
Rating: T
Word count: 799
Notes: A side-story to The Child-Like Empress, I suppose.
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Zelgius was summoned to Sephiran's new chambers early on the morning after his master was named aide to the child empress and promoted above the senate. The outer chamber was bright but empty, the curtains tied back, the morning meal not yet delivered, and the bedroom beyond was dim when he was bade to enter, the curtains still drawn and the bed still unmade. The remains of a fire glowed in the hearth to the left of the door. A hint of fine mist from the bath made the air humid, scented by sweet, grassy chamomile. It made the room seem lighter; his master's white robe gleamed in the dimness twice, from the bench and through the mirror. Sephiran greeted him with a smile in the looking glass, combing his fingers through his hair as he always did to detangle after a wash, though a wooden comb sat on the his table.
"I suppose," Zelgius said, spreading his feet and bending his arm behind his back, "I'm not technically good enough to speak with you, Prime Minister. The guard at the end of the hallway looked appalled when I entered without knocking."
Sephiran laughed, shook his head, and pulled his fingers loose from a knot near the ends of his hair. "An idiotic custom - it wasn't here when I left." He reached for the comb and rubbed his fingers over the finish, his smile fading into a thinning of his lips. "Though rank does have lovely trappings."
Yes, it most certainly did. He watched his master pull the comb through a ream of black hair, watched it catch. He curled his fingers behind his back. "I've been stationed up north, starting--"
"No." The comb pulled through. Sephiran's eyes slid back to him, pinned him in the mirror. "I'll reassign you. I'm obligated to have a personal retainer here in the capitol. Tell me who to speak with, and it will be done within the day."
The silk folded around his master's slim figure, soaked to the skin at the hips, down the center of the back, and spattered with moisture at the bottom where it clung to his ankles. Zelgius lifted his eyes and found he was being watched. "No one will take this amiss? The empress?"
"She will be glad to see you, and the promoting of one's friends is first order of business after a rise in the ranks like mine." Sephiran rose, put his comb away, bent slightly to search for something in a wooden box, and released Zelgius from his scrutiny. "The question is what to name you - the military ranking is obvious, but I don't know what sort of peerage is appropriate for someone without family."
His hair spread over his back and around his shoulder, black and deep red at the heart, where the glow from the embers of the fire at Zelgius's back touched the wet strands. He hooked his leg around the bench, pulled it back, and spread his hands around his master's waist to draw him a step backward. Wet hair pressed between them, cool against his linen shirt and the moisture pricking through. "Maybe we should discuss this." Sephiran's hands flew to pry his fingers away and Zelgius pressed him into the edge of the table, and his arousal into his master's hip, and watched his eyelids flicker and his hands freeze. "If you have no pressing business--"
"The empress," Sephiran said, but his mouth twitched up at the corners. "She has ordered me to meet her for breakfast every morning."
Zelgius slid his fingers over the silk tie and pulled it loose, slipped his hand in. "No promotion in Begnion can top that." He saw his master's eyes slide sideways in the mirror, to the clock ticking on the bedside table. "Unless--"
Sephiran shoved him back with his hip and spun around. Water spattered on the mirror, thrown by the ends of his hair. He pulled Zelgius down to sit on the bench and leaned on his lap with one knee, tugged his shirt from his pants with two jerks of his wrist. "In the future, general-- that is fitting, isn't it?" Sephiran's hands were wet, cold, but for the tips, and his breath hot on his temple, his lips brushing the skin and hair falling to dampen his shoulder. "Call on me sooner."
Zelgius gripped the back of his master's thigh, dug his fingers in. "All things for your pleasure," he said.
Sephiran's laugh stirred his hair, tickled his ear. His fingers found the lacing of Zelgius's pants and pulled it loose. "Yes. Don't forget it."
Author: Amber Michelle
Fandom: Fire Emblem 9/10
Pairing: Sephiran/Zelgius
Theme: 11 - in silk
Rating: T
Word count: 799
Notes: A side-story to The Child-Like Empress, I suppose.
............................................
Zelgius was summoned to Sephiran's new chambers early on the morning after his master was named aide to the child empress and promoted above the senate. The outer chamber was bright but empty, the curtains tied back, the morning meal not yet delivered, and the bedroom beyond was dim when he was bade to enter, the curtains still drawn and the bed still unmade. The remains of a fire glowed in the hearth to the left of the door. A hint of fine mist from the bath made the air humid, scented by sweet, grassy chamomile. It made the room seem lighter; his master's white robe gleamed in the dimness twice, from the bench and through the mirror. Sephiran greeted him with a smile in the looking glass, combing his fingers through his hair as he always did to detangle after a wash, though a wooden comb sat on the his table.
"I suppose," Zelgius said, spreading his feet and bending his arm behind his back, "I'm not technically good enough to speak with you, Prime Minister. The guard at the end of the hallway looked appalled when I entered without knocking."
Sephiran laughed, shook his head, and pulled his fingers loose from a knot near the ends of his hair. "An idiotic custom - it wasn't here when I left." He reached for the comb and rubbed his fingers over the finish, his smile fading into a thinning of his lips. "Though rank does have lovely trappings."
Yes, it most certainly did. He watched his master pull the comb through a ream of black hair, watched it catch. He curled his fingers behind his back. "I've been stationed up north, starting--"
"No." The comb pulled through. Sephiran's eyes slid back to him, pinned him in the mirror. "I'll reassign you. I'm obligated to have a personal retainer here in the capitol. Tell me who to speak with, and it will be done within the day."
The silk folded around his master's slim figure, soaked to the skin at the hips, down the center of the back, and spattered with moisture at the bottom where it clung to his ankles. Zelgius lifted his eyes and found he was being watched. "No one will take this amiss? The empress?"
"She will be glad to see you, and the promoting of one's friends is first order of business after a rise in the ranks like mine." Sephiran rose, put his comb away, bent slightly to search for something in a wooden box, and released Zelgius from his scrutiny. "The question is what to name you - the military ranking is obvious, but I don't know what sort of peerage is appropriate for someone without family."
His hair spread over his back and around his shoulder, black and deep red at the heart, where the glow from the embers of the fire at Zelgius's back touched the wet strands. He hooked his leg around the bench, pulled it back, and spread his hands around his master's waist to draw him a step backward. Wet hair pressed between them, cool against his linen shirt and the moisture pricking through. "Maybe we should discuss this." Sephiran's hands flew to pry his fingers away and Zelgius pressed him into the edge of the table, and his arousal into his master's hip, and watched his eyelids flicker and his hands freeze. "If you have no pressing business--"
"The empress," Sephiran said, but his mouth twitched up at the corners. "She has ordered me to meet her for breakfast every morning."
Zelgius slid his fingers over the silk tie and pulled it loose, slipped his hand in. "No promotion in Begnion can top that." He saw his master's eyes slide sideways in the mirror, to the clock ticking on the bedside table. "Unless--"
Sephiran shoved him back with his hip and spun around. Water spattered on the mirror, thrown by the ends of his hair. He pulled Zelgius down to sit on the bench and leaned on his lap with one knee, tugged his shirt from his pants with two jerks of his wrist. "In the future, general-- that is fitting, isn't it?" Sephiran's hands were wet, cold, but for the tips, and his breath hot on his temple, his lips brushing the skin and hair falling to dampen his shoulder. "Call on me sooner."
Zelgius gripped the back of his master's thigh, dug his fingers in. "All things for your pleasure," he said.
Sephiran's laugh stirred his hair, tickled his ear. His fingers found the lacing of Zelgius's pants and pulled it loose. "Yes. Don't forget it."
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Date: 2009-03-22 08:20 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-03-22 10:38 pm (UTC)This is totally hot and sensual. I love how Sephiran is just calmly discussing Sanaki while Zelgius has him pinned with an obvious hard-on.
The atmosphere is wonderfully done here, intimate but with a distance, the air of conspirators, also did I mention sexy?
You should post this all as one archive on FF.net when you're done.
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Date: 2009-03-23 05:22 pm (UTC)I thought about that, and probably will eventually. But I want to start it with Majesty of the Skies, which is in bad need of editing, and... and so of course nothing is getting done.
It needs a series name, too. Something to call the whole arc. Or, I guess I can just use the first title as a catch-all.