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Seek and You Shall Find
By Mizu Onna

Disclaimer: I do not own Chrono Trigger. Please don�t sue me.
Author�s Note: This takes place after Crono�s
resurrection, in between the many tasks Gaspar asked the protagonists to see to
before fighting Lavos.
In this fic, I made the protagonists stop by Magus� Lair in between tasks before going to the Black Omen. You know, for my own nefarious purposes. Haha. Haha.
I mean no sacrilege or blasphemy with regards to the title.
It just seemed fitting.
This is actually a sequel to my first Magus+Marle fic, In the Wake of That Which Is
Noble. But this fic may be read separately as well.

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He could see Marle standing before
him in the soft lamplight of his chambers. The muted golden light shone gently
upon her skin, playing upon the subtle swells and plains of her body as she
stood before his regal four-poster bed, her arms linked behind her as she was
wont to do.
�What brings you to my room at this
time of the evening?� he asked softly, his voice reverberating in the silence,
not bothering to sit up from his sheets as he addressed her for it was his
nature to sleep without clothing (whenever he could afford it, at least; being
on the road with Crono�s party had stopped that habit in its tracks).
�I�m cold,� she said plaintively, wrapping her
arms around her uncovered belly. As if on cue, a gust of wind blew through the
balcony doors, making the lamp sputter. He could see Marle shiver in the wake
of the blustery air. �And your castle is so creepy. . . .�
�It was patterned after my person,�
Magus told her with a hint of sardonic amusement. However, all amusement
vanished when another burst of cold wind whistled persistently through the
cracks of the edifice, causing Marle to shudder violently.
�I�m sorry, I don�t mean to be such a
bother . . . It�s really . . . er, nice
of you to let us rest here in your castle for a while . . . but it�s so cold!�
she exclaimed, almost embarrassed. �So, um, do you happen to have extra quilts
I could borrow?� Marle asked, almost pitifully, seemingly dwarfed in the
lamp-lit shadows of his quarters.
He was just thinking of what to say
when thunder rumbled in the distance, interrupting his thoughts. �It looks as
if it�s about to rain . . .� he murmured instead as the wind rattled against
his castle in vain.
�Great,� Marle muttered, rubbing her
stomach and shoulders for warmth in a way that Magus found very distracting.
Just then, a crack of thunder shook
through the sky and echoed loudly in his chambers, making Marle jump in fear.
Driven to mobility by her surprise and her fright, she leapt onto the bed and
scurried to Magus, clinging onto him as the last aftershocks of the thunder
faded into the silence.
Magus looked down at her with
astonishment. She was quivering against him, and he raised a hand to her
shoulder�to push her away or to comfort her he knew not�but stilled as he found
that she was, indeed, cold. Cold and frightened.
His mind brought him back to a moment
some days past as the two of them had spent time alone in one of the huts of
the Last Village . . . his mind�s eye showing an
image of her blissful in her sleep, and his body immediately recalling the feel
of her tiny frame curled up against his back. His feelings for her had not
lessened since; his heart still ached when he looked at her (and so he made it
a point not to do so as much as possible). However, due to all the tasks they
had to see to before the final battle against Lavos, he had no time to dwell on
what he felt, which was all the better for him. It was only now, once again, as
the two of them were alone in his chambers, that the
feelings slammed into him in all their intensity, causing bittersweet pain to
erupt in his chest and in the pit of his stomach.
�I�m�I�m sorry,� Marle forced out
through chattering teeth, her grip so tight on his blankets that her knuckles
were almost white. �I don�t take very well to the cold,� she said ruefully by
way of apology. �And I�m easily surprised. . . .�
�I can see that,� Magus said blandly,
causing Marle to giggle.
�Anyway, I�m so sorry,� she said with
another giggle as she righted herself, now sitting beside him on her knees.
�So, as I was asking, could I have some extra sheets or something?� she asked
with a small smile.
Magus thought a moment. �I�ve never
heard anyone in this castle complain of the cold, so I�m afraid that I cannot
help you with this matter,� he told her. Appraising her scantily-clad form, he
asked wryly, �If you respond so badly to chilly weather, why do you insist on
wearing such small garments?�
He was surprised when Marle actually
blushed. �It was summer in my time!� she told him righteously. �I never knew
when I got thrown into the time gate that I�d end up going to the ice age!� she
protested with a somewhat sheepish laugh, her emerald eyes alight with mirth.
�And I�ve never really had the time to buy new clothes. We�re always spending
our money on buying good weapons, so none of us can really find the extra money
to buy new clothing.�
�I see,� Magus said,
the wry amusement plain in his voice.
Just as Marle was about to retort,
the sound of driving rain shook the edifice, her words drowned by the fury of
the elements.
�Great, this is going to make it even
colder!� Marle told him disgustedly, raising her voice so that she could be
heard amidst the howling wind and the rumbling rain. The lamplight spat and
flickered in the wildness of the weather, making the room plunge into darkness
again and again. Magus felt Marle�s hands rest upon his chest, clutching at his
sheets as if for solidity and comfort.
Unbidden, another memory returned to
him�one of him and Schala when they were still young, sitting on her bed in
silence as the stormwinds raged around the Palace of Zeal.
He had been afraid that the hurricanes might destroy their floating islands;
however, Schala was confident that they would be safe, and he took comfort in
her words. They held hands together wordlessly, waiting out the storm, before
their parents found them and allowed the two siblings to sleep in the king and
queen�s chambers with them.
As if without his own volition, he
lifted his hands and laid them against Marle�s own. In another flicker of light
he could see her eyes�emerald with halos of gold�staring at him with surprise.
As if in slow motion, she removed her hands beneath his and instead laid
face-down beside him, pillowing her head on one arm and wrapping the other arm
around him. Again he found her hand around him and held it to his chest, and
the two of them lay together there wordlessly, simply content to find comfort
in one another�s presence.
However, the rain continued to drive
against his walls, and the chill in the air sank to deeper temperatures, and it
was not long before Marle was shivering even more. Magus realized that she was
still atop the sheets. He could not offer her warmth under the blankets because
he was naked; they both had to preserve their modesty. But Marle began to move
against him, snaking her hands underneath the top of his quits and furs and
silently asking for permission to crawl in with him.
Magus, however, had to ask before he
allowed her: �Why aren�t you with Crono?�
A pause. �He�s with Lucca,� she told him frankly.
�And does that bother you?� he
questioned, his voice growing soft and honeyed with warmth that he never knew
he was capable of possessing. He cursed himself inwardly for perhaps being very
obvious with his feelings, but Marle didn�t seem to mind; she seemed to be
preoccupied with her thoughts for the moment.
Again, she paused. �No.�
With that, she moved underneath the
sheets, curling up against him. He could feel her stiffen as when she realized
that he was naked, but soon enough, she became soft and warm and willing,
molding herself easily to his larger frame.
They lay there for what seemed like
eternity, simply listening to the storm rage outside and taking comfort in one
another. Her hand lay against his chest, and he was certain that she could feel
his heart beating. Her skin was smooth and soft. Her golden hair tickled his
nose, and he realized that she�d bathed not an hour past, as the edges were
still damp. He noted that she smelled faintly of flowers.
��We�re going to go to the Black Omen soon,� Marle mumbled into his chest, her muffled words piercing his indolent thoughts. �So many things to do before that, though. . . .� He let out a murmur of understanding, and she sighed. Magus glanced at his heavily draped windows. The Black Omen waited for them at the outskirts of forest surrounding his lair, too close for comfort, and a reminder of what they had to do, of what they had to see to.
�I know that I want to fight Lavos .
. . and that Crono and I and you guys are here mostly because I started it . .
.� She trailed off. He waited patiently for her to continue. She took a deep
breath.
�But I don�t want to go face Lavos
just yet. . . .�
She shifted against him, and he
looked down at her to see that she was gazing up at him, her imploring eyes
dark and fathomless. Unwittingly, he raised a hand to her face, his thumb
smoothing along the gentle curve of her cheek before gliding down to her mouth.
He could hear his own breath catch in his throat as Marle parted her lips
against his fingers, as if in a kiss.
In a flash of fire as all his
emotions burst to life in his chest, he lowered his head to hers and claimed
her lips in a searing kiss, swallowing her startled gasp. His vision swam as
her mouth softened against his and began to respond in kind. Her hands crept up
to his hair and tangled through the silver-cerulean strands, clenching and
unclenching feebly as he kissed her thoroughly.
As quick as it had started, it was
over. Magus pulled back with a sharp gasp, running his fingers through his hair
and trying to regain his composure, missing the surprised disappointment in
Marle�s expression as he shut his eyes.
�I apologize,� he said despite the
ache in his chest and in his flesh, �I should not take advantage of you. It is
less than honorable.�
�It is not dishonorable when you have
the lady�s consent,� Marle interjected softly. Magus looked at her in surprise.
�I was the one who came to your room tonight,� she reminded him with a small
smile.
And with that declaration, she rose
up and this time initiated a heated kiss. Magus� control left him then, and his
arms went around her, clutching her tightly against him as they touched and
tasted each other. He pulled away and lowered his lips to her neck, painting a
trail of fire, and she gasped above him. His palms moved along the bare skin of
her back before slipping upwards, finding the bindings that kept her breasts
confined. With a nod, she helped him remove her light top, and his fingers
immediately began to unravel the linen that kept her chest bound. As he made
progress, she made quick work of her trousers and her drawers, immediately
tossing them to the side of the bed.
As the cloth came away from her
chest, she rose back up to her knees, allowing him to have his fill of her
nakedness. His scarlet gaze slid from the bright innocence of her face to the
curves of her body: the lovely swell of her breasts to the slope of her flat
tummy, and to the rounded flare of her hips and the cradle of her womanhood
between her thighs. A reverent hush quieted him, and he could do nothing but
raise a trembling hand to her face, his body tightening with longing as she
turned her face to his palm and laid there a small kiss of promise.
Marle then drew away from him, and
with a faint smile, undid her hair. It tumbled in shimmering golden locks onto
her shoulders and back. Magus made a small sound of approval, and she proffered
him a shy grin. She then laid down onto her back and
beckoned to him. He took his place above her and lowered his head to hers, his
bright hair falling around them like a silvery blue curtain of rain. His lips
found hers at once and unerringly, and she arched up against him, eliciting a
moan as the softness of her flesh pressed against the hard, muscled plains of
his. A hand slid tentatively to one of her breasts, and her breath caught in
her throat as he palmed and molded her flesh. He drew his thumb against the
pebbling peak, and he answered her jagged intake of breath with a quiet groan
of his own.
�Please,� she pleaded, and Magus
lowered his mouth to her breasts, worshiping them with lips and tongue and
teeth, making her arch her back with pleasure. Her quick breaths made him ache,
made fire suffuse his body with an almost painful pleasure as she writhed
underneath him, fitting her hips against his.
�Oh, please . . .� she pleaded once
again before drawing him back up to her and once again pressing her lips
against his in an open-mouthed kiss, tongues flickering and tasting of each
other, hands entangled in one another�s hair and flesh.
Magus bit back a sharp gasp, pulling
away from her in surprised pleasure as her tiny hand closed upon him. He had
never been touched by another there before, and neither had he indulged in
self-pleasure, as he was always immersed in his studies and his sorcery growing
up. Now, Marle�s small hand wrapped around him made him gasp with desire, and
he moaned with abandon as she started a slight rhythm of push and pull that
made his flesh ache. He forced his eyes open and stared at her, watching her as
she watched him hesitantly, as if she were asking if she was doing things right.
He answered with a fierce kiss that took her breath away, which was abruptly
cut off as he let out an almost pained cry when she began a faster and
altogether too delicious tempo. Now, it seemed that it was his turn to beg.
�Marle�please�stop!� he managed to
choke out as the pleasure almost seemed to build to a wonderful but frightening
crescendo. Fire and ice and dark and light swam before his eyes as his body
surged beneath the small hand that now held him in thrall. �Please�no�not yet!�
But it was too late; with a rasping cry and a gasp of her name, he thrust
against her clenched hand and climaxed powerfully, falling into her and burying
his face in her shoulder as he quaked with the forceful spasms. Still, she
continued her motions, drawing out the last of the aftershocks until he settled
into quietness, his breaths harsh and quick against the pounding rhythm of the
rain.
He turned a head to Marle slowly and
watched from behind bleary eyes as she drew her hand up, inspecting the
evidence of his pleasure which coated her fingers. He felt himself stir, a
hushed moan escaping him, as she delicately lapped at the milky substance.
He made to apologize, but Marle
interrupted him. �I�ve never seen you like this before,� she whispered
breathlessly beneath him, her eyes wide, cheeks flushed.
�That�s because no one has seen me
having sex before,� Magus managed to state dryly in between heaving pants.
Marle looked at him fondly. �Making
love, you mean,� she murmured shyly.
He felt something inside him melt at her
words, even as his body drew taut once again. �Yes,� he agreed quietly,
pressing a kiss against her cheek, to which she responded by turning her head
and meeting his lips with hers.
�I�m glad I was the first to see you like
this,� she whispered to him as she pressed her forehead to his. �You�re
absolutely beautiful.�
�And so are you,� he told her,
relieved that he had finally been able to confess.
A bright smile lit Marle�s face,
making her eyes sparkle with joy and a burst of yearning. �For those words, I
am all yours,� she told him happily. �And I am reserved only for your hands . .
. and for your eyes . . . and for your lips . . .� She smiled at him, almost
mischievously, and concluded, � . . . and for you. . . .� as she brushed her
palm very gently against his hardening manhood once again, making him jerk and
hiss with surprise and desire. �No one has ever seen me like this too, and no
one ever will but you, because I�m all yours. . . .�
Groaning at her words, Magus rose up
to his elbows and leaned down to administer another thorough kiss, ribbons of
heat flaring through him as a whimper escaped her throat. Her hands once again
tangled in his tresses, before tracing the tips of his ears and making him
flinch with ticklish pleasure.
�And now,� he whispered to her amidst
heady kisses, �I shall partake of you . . . with these hands, eyes, lips, and
flesh . . .� He watched as she gasped and squirmed with delight at his words.
They watched one another as he lowered himself down, occasionally brushing
kisses against her skin, until he was level with her thighs. He had no personal
experience in the matter, of course, but growing up with Flea and his/her
promiscuity made him aware of a few things. (Flea always seemed to love feasting
on a woman�s delicate flesh; many a day had he heard the transvestite talking
about it to his/her friends, making Magus wonder why
the man wanted to parade as a woman. Now, it seemed that it was his turn to do
the deed.)
Gently nudging her thighs apart, he
kept his eyes to her face as she shyly did as she was told, parting herself to
his gaze. Her inner folds were dewed and soft with desire. Delicately he blew
upon the surface, making her stomach ripple with pleasure. Parting her
carefully, he observed that pearl that was the seat of her pleasure; rubbing
his fingers gently against it made her shudder and cry
out. Slowly and cautiously he began to rub the small bud, taking on an easy
pace that made her undulate against him softly, as if she was the body of water
of which her element bespoke. Occasional shuddering breaths wracked her small
frame, but otherwise she was silent, her teeth clamped tightly shut upon her
bottom lip to keep from crying out. A loud crack of thunder and a sudden burst
of rain jolted them both, but he returned to his task with care and tenderness,
aware of her pleasure and taking his cues from her reactions.
Hesitantly he prodded with a finger
at her entrance. She didn�t seem to mind, and so he slipped a finger inside,
pressing against her walls until he found a spot that made her gasp and throw
her head back. Her moisture made his movements easy, and she was soon moving
her hips very subtly against his hand.
Finally, he lowered his head to the
same nub of flesh that he had been rubbing softly, and he cautiously drew it
into his mouth, carefully avoiding his fangs. She let out a keening cry, and he
took this as a good sign to continue. Taking gentle suckle, he moved his finger
in tandem with the motions of his mouth, and soon, she was gasping frantically,
her hands fisting against his scalp.
�Oh, Magus, I�this is so . . .� She
let out a choked breath, and continued, �so good . . .� as she moved sinuously
against him, her words and her movements making him ache even more.
Keeping up his motions, Magus noticed
that she soon tightened around his finger. Her breathing took on a staccato
pace, and with a tiny whimpering sob, she came, shivering shocks rushing
through her as she writhed and fought for breath. He continued his
ministrations until she�d calmed down, and all that was left of her orgasm were
small skittering shudders.
Marle tugged feebly on his hair, and
he rose back up to her administered a soft and languid kiss, which she returned
with the same quietness and tenderness.
�That felt . . . so wonderful . . .�
she breathed, and he stroked away the tears that glistened upon her cheeks. �So
talented . . .� Marle mumbled with faint amusement, the color still high in her
cheeks from the flush of her climax as she gazed upon him fondly.
�I�m quickly discovering that as
well,� he murmured, eliciting the giggle that was rapidly becoming dear to him.
The two lay in silence for a moment,
Magus waiting quietly for Marle to recover from the afterglow of her climax.
�Are you . . . ready?� Marle wanted
to know a minute later, still finding the ability to blush at her question,
despite all that they�d done that evening. Her hand, however, quickly found its
answer against his hardness, making him grunt as she rubbed against it softly.
He gave her a nod, and she shifted
beneath him, even as he readied himself. Poised above her, his silvery-blue
hair cloaking them, his gaze asked her if she
was ready, to which she replied with a determined nod of her own. Magus then
lowered himself upon her slowly, her hips fitting into his snugly, despite the
sheer difference in their heights.
Magus muttered a small spell, and
Marle seemed to glow for a split second before her skin returned to normal. She
looked at him questioningly, and he muttered, �Protection.� At that Marle gave
him a grateful, if not partly wistful, smile.
Her hand went around him again as she
guided him to her entrance. Keeping their eyes trained to one another�s, he
pushed himself partly inside slowly, watching as Marle�s pupils dilated and as
her lips parted for air. He eased into her until he felt a barrier. Both of
them understood the implications of this, and wordlessly he asked her with his
gaze for permission, to which she responded by burying her face in his chest
and wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
Surging upwards, he tore through her
maidenhead, pain and pleasure warring through him as he felt both the delicious
warm tightness cradling him snugly and the tense and trembling grip of her
hands against his back in her discomfort.
He held himself still, willing
himself with all his determination borne of his training so that he would not
hurt her. Finally, her grip on his skin loosened; he looked down at her in
silent question, and she nodded her assent, tilting her head upwards and closing
her eyes in plea for a kiss. Feeling warmth bloom in his chest, he leaned down
to administer the requested kiss, and began to move.
Their mouths fused together before
parting as they both gasped with the intensity of the pleasure that rushed
through them. Magus curled his hands into the pillow beneath her as he thrust
up against and into her, fighting his instincts to rush to the glorious finish.
He willed himself to take the pace slowly, to make sure that Marle had adjusted
to him and to their act. However, her whimpered cries and the tight warmth of
her body made it hard to keep control. He lowered his mouth to her breasts and
took careful suckle, groaning against the swell of her chest as she tightened
around him.
He rocked into her gently, shutting
his eyes and gritting his teeth against the overwhelming pleasure that
threatened to drown him. The magical fire that came from the friction between
their legs seemed to be too much.
Their soft pants and moans filled the
large chambers as they moved and met, undulating against each other,
heightening the other�s pleasure. Just when Magus thought that he could no
longer stand the unbearable intensity of his pleasure, Marle thrust up against
him, making him sink deeper into her; with that, she groaned and implored with
her hips that they pick up the pace: a request that he gladly granted as he
quickened his motions. Her quiet breaths soon turned to gasping cries as he
thrust into her, rasping her name in a voice that was thick with desire.
Magus felt that he was rushing
towards the pinnacle, and he could see it in her face that she was as well; her
eyes were tightly shut, skin flushed, and her head was thrown back as she
struggled for breath. He sped up with the stamina of the battle-honed sorcerer
within him until she could do nothing but cling to him and plead for release.
Amidst their frantic movements, Magus
forced his eyes open to watch Marle�s expressions. Just as he had succeed in
keeping the pleasure at bay so that he could see her, Marle gasped and whimpered
as she tightened and blossomed against him in climax, triggering the start of
his own. She arched her back and pressed her lips to his in a claiming kiss as
she came, and this was all it took. His breath caught in his throat as the
tightening coil of pleasure and pain in his loins erupted in a magnificent
blaze of firetrails and silvery, pulsing light.
Surging into her, Magus cried out
brokenly as he reached his own peak, only to be silenced as her mouth swallowed
the keening sound. Magic seemed to swirl before his eyes, and he felt that the
world was spinning in a whirlpool of pleasure. The throes of release shook him
as the sensations mounted into one glorious climax that seemed to last forever,
and he shuddered as if he�d been struck by lightning. It was the sweetest pain;
glorious, beautiful, and altogether far too delicious.
Gradually, their movements slowed as
they came sank down from the pinnacle, both suffused by the golden afterglow of
their loving.
Exhausted by their lovemaking, Magus
sank into her, still sheathed within her depths. She stirred against him wanly
and proffered him a pleased if not tired grin. He tilted his head and brushed
his mouth against her kiss-swollen lips, eliciting a sigh of quiet delight.
�I�m so happy,� she mumbled, her eyes
fluttering shut.
Magus realized that he felt the same.
He pulled out of her gently, both of
them moaning with the last sensation. He moved onto his back, and she curled up
to him, boneless and pliant, mimicking their previous position before it all
began. His arms went around her, and she molded herself to him snugly, giving
him one last kiss before tucking her head into the crook of his arm.
Marle yawned, and Magus found that he
thought it very irresistible. Her eyes began to flutter closed. Her lips
parted, as if she meant to say something, but before she had the chance, she
receded into the warmth of sleep.
And Magus found that he understood
what it was that she meant to say, even if the words had not fallen from her
lips. I love you too.
And as she slumbered peacefully, the
rain still came and the fierce winds still blew, but no matter; Marle had found
the warmth she was seeking, and just as he was teetering on the threshold of
sleep, Magus realized that he had found something just as wonderful too.
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