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The wall seals shut with ominous finality. Lucio and you stare at each other, your breaths coming in harsh gasps. Eventually, your heart stops racing, and you look up at the walls around you. They seem to block out the sky, and your footsteps echo eerily with each step.
"Where are we?"
The two of you wander down the stone corridor until you reach an intersection. One path goes right, the other left. You can't see very far down either path. "It's a labyrinth of some kind," you say. "It's probably also magical."
Lucio taps on the thick, high walls with his knuckles. "The walls seem solid enough. Maybe they'll keep the Devil out."
"The entrance closed behind us. He didn't follow us in."
"Good. I've had enough of him for the rest of my life."
Something nags at you. Something about the way the Devil and Lucio spoke to one another…
"Lucio? How do you know the Devil?"
Lucio flinches, then quickly rearranges his face in a smile. "What? Me, know the Devil? What gave you that idea?"
"He said something about your debts. What was he talking about?"
"You saw him just now. He's terrifying. Why would I have anything to do with him?"
You sigh. You know that tone of voice all too well by now. And if he truly doesn't want to answer you, nothing you say will pry it out of him. Your exasperation must show, because Lucio seizes your hand, planting a fervent kiss on your palm.
"You know," he starts, "I would've been in real trouble back there without you. There was nothing I could do about the Devil, but you… You were amazing! Did you see the look on his face when you broke his chain? He had us on our knees, at his mercy! But you kept your cool, did your magic, and snap!"
That's… not quite how it went. You remember being distinctly terrified.
"You're the best magician, and so I'm glad you're on my side." He steps closer, covering your hand and wrist with more kisses.
He sounds like he's about to ask you for a favor. Our money. Or something. "Are you… buttering me up?" You ask, raising your eyebrow, but you don't remove your hand. The pointed question seems to surprise him, and he blinks at you for several seconds.
"Uh… I really meant what I said, about you being a great magician and all. But, maybe I need to ask you something? Maybe?"
"You could just ask me."
"Sure I could. Or I could shower you with compliments, and then ask." He clasps your hand to his chest eyes, fixed on yours.
"I…" He heaves a deep, dramatic sigh, lowering his lips to your fingers once more. "I need your help. I don't stand a chance against the Devil by myself. But you, you're clever, strong, cute, great at magic… If anybody could save me from him, you could! And you know I'd be grateful. If there's something I can do to pay you back, or to show you how awesome you are, just say the word and I'll do it. Anything you ask for."
Lucio presses your hand to his cheek. He feels warm, flushed, his lips parted and expectant. He's… enjoying this.
"You'd offer me… anything I ask for?" You run your thumb across his bottom lip and you feel his breath hitch before he speaks again.
"Anything you want. Help me, and it's yours." He sinks to his knees before you, his cheek still resting on your palm. "How about money? Power? As soon as I'm Count again, I'll spoil you rotten. I'll even throw a party or two in your honor. Oh, or maybe some exotic pets of your own? I know just where to get them."
You pretend to think about it, while Lucio watches your every move eagerly. "I don't know… this all sounds far in the future."
"Oh, don't worry. I have plenty to offer right here and now. I'm the magnificent, talented Count! I know more than just how to swing a sword. Just tell me what you want. I'm dying to hear it."
"Then, would you beg for my help?
"Oh, this isn't enough? I'd hate to leave you disappointed." He sits back on his heels and holds out his hands, gazing up at me in utter supplication.
"Then, cutest and greatest magician in the entire world… please help me. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you."
You take a step towards him, gently pushing his hands away. You thread your fingers through his golden hair and tug, exposing his throat. He gasps, pulse fluttering under his pale skin.
"Say it."
"I'm begging you. I mean, just look at me, at your mercy. Think about all the things you could do with me like this."
You smile a little, your hand still firmly in his hair. "I have plenty of thoughts already," you tell him. You lean down, scraping your teeth lightly over his throat.
"Ah!~" He turns his face to kiss you, and you pull away.
"Did I say you could move?"
"No…"
You laugh softly, kissing your way along his neck. He shivers with each mark you leave, heart hammering frantically.
"Just let me kiss you already? Please… please?"
You smile and take his hands in yours. "Well, since you asked so nicely…"
You close the space between the two of you, kissing him, his hands tangling in your clothes.
"Ask nicely," he says, breathless, "I'll remember that." He grins, eyes glittering in the low, dim light.
"So, does this mean the best magician ever is going to help me after all?"
You nod, trailing your fingers absently across his jaw. "You were pretty convincing. And–"
"Very handsome and very obliging."
"True, but not what I was going to say." You run your hand down to grasp loosely at Lucio's neck, pressing firmly with your thumb, though not enough to restrict his airflow. "I was going to say that, if it's alright with you, I'll start taking you up on that offer now. You are very obliging. That's why the only thing I need you to do for me is exactly what I tell you." You sink to your knees, straddling his thighs. His hands push up to grasp your waist.
"You can do that for me, can't you?"
"Yes! Yes, I can do that."
"Good. Then you just tell me if you start not to like anything I do." You move your hand and bring your lips back to his jaw, suckling, nipping, leaving marks, trailing down his neck, where you attack his Adam's apple. His fingers push hard into you and his breathing falls out of rhythm. He groans, pulling your hips closer to him. His neck must be quite sensitive.
"Gods…"
You slide your hands under his shirt. It's not snowing here, but you still think to cast a warming spell to prevent him from getting cold. Fortunately, you feel the air around you start to increase in temperature. You don't need to if he keeps this up. You pull his shirt up and lean him backwards until his chest is aligned properly with your face, supporting his back with a hand.
You look up at him and he's looking down at you, face flushed and curious and needy. But you intend to tease him until he asks for what he wants. And you know what he wants.
You bring your mouth down and lick at his nipple, immediately feeling a twitch from beneath you. His erection is growing, but you won't touch it. He must ask. You give his nipples the same treatment as his neck and you quickly learn that he is very noisy. Whining and panting and moaning under your touch repeating your name over and over. He's pressing his hips into yours, but you move away occasionally. You don't want him soiling his pants, though he could very well will himself a new pair.
"Please, I need–fuck– I need it… ngh!"
"What do you need? You have to use your words."
"Please just touch me! Don't tease me anymore! I'll do anything if you just touch me."
You smile up at him, parting from his chest. "I'm already touching you. Could it be that… you want me to stroke your cock?"
He nods earnestly. You tut. "Then use your words and tell me that's what you want."
He exhales shakily. "Please will you stroke my cock? I need it, please, it's so hard…"
"That's a good boy. That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"N-no, it wasn't."
You reach down and begin to undo his pants. "I expect you to be specific next time, now that I've told you, understand?"
"Yes, I understand! Gods, please–"
"Patience, Lucio," you chastise. "Unless what you really wanted was for me to fondle you through your clothes. I know you're used to getting what you want. But if you want anything from me, you'll have to learn to behave yourself first."
You finally pull his dick out of his pants and just as he had said, he is very hard. The tip is glistening a bit with precum. You have to cut him some slack on that one. He hasn't gotten to feel like this for three years, so of course he's sensitive. So that's where you decide to start. You hold your palm to his mouth. "Spit."
He does. You bring your hand back down, and use your thumb to tease the slit before you begin to actually stroke him. His cock fits nicely in your hand, longer than it is thick, but you can still feel the veins bulging under the skin. He all but sobs when you start, leaning into you, hugging your waist while he bucks into your hand. He groans and moans and whimpers and whines into your ear, warm breath puffing against it.
If you said he isn't getting you riled up too, you'd be lying. Truthfully, it even feels good to pump his cock like this, the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of your hand sending pleasurable sparks of your own through your hand and to the rest of your body. But you want to take care of him first.
"Please, can I kiss you again?" He begs. He's a quick learner, isn't he? So you take him by the hair and pull him back, pressing your lips to his in a heated, passionate, sloppy kiss. His tongue tangles with yours, desperate as you increase the pace.
He's so cute like this, you can't help but bully him a bit, nipping his tongue and bottom lip occasionally. Each time you do, he jerks his hips, driving his pulsing cock into your hand. He's leaking like a faucet by now. He's close. You catch his lip in your teeth when you pull away, grabbing his chin and moving him to look at you.
"I know you aren't thinking of cumming without my permission, Lucio." His cock jumps in your hand at the gesture, but he shakes his head.
"N-no! I'm not! I was going to ask. Just, please let me cum…"
"Good boy. Then go ahead and cum for me." Just a few pumps later and he's spilling on your hand as you milk him dry, hips shaking. You let him come down and catch his breath for a moment before you bring your hand up to his mouth.
"Don't leave a mess. Lick me clean." Lucio holds your hand, looking up at you while he licks his spent off of your hand. He swallows and opens his mouth to show you. With your thumb, you wipe his lip clean of his saliva and kiss him again to taste him. You kiss him lazily for a while, letting him enjoy the afterglow of his orgasm, but eventually, the two of you do have to get up. You'll have to get a move on if you want to find a way out of here. You pull his clothes back on him, fastening them before you climb off of Lucio and kiss his cheek.
"Good?"
Lucio only grumbles in response, getting to his feet after you, arms folded across his chest, pouting. "Normally, I would have a nap after what we just did."
"Well, we don't time for that, do we? You want to get back into an organic body, yeah? Besides, the Devil seemed furious with me too, after I fended him off, so I need to stay away from him just as much as you do. The longer we stand around, the sleepier you'll get. Come on. We have to find a way out of here." You pat his back affectionately, coaxing him to start walking.
A distant howl echoes through the labyrinth and you see Lucio nearly jump out of his skin. As if summoned by the sound, snow begins drifting from the gray, starless sky. This is definitely going to be a journey.