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I Can't Dance	By : Provocative_Zephyr Category: +A through F > Fire Emblem (all) > Fire Emblem (all) Views: 1306 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-I Can't Dance
- 1
Being invited to the wedding party of Seth and Eirika was flattering - sort of - and all, but there was one small problem. Going with Neimi would require Colm to be able to dance, and it was the understatement of a lifetime to say that he wasn't the dancing type.
But he could dance, really…It just wasn't his thing. Yeah, that's it.
The blue-haired assassin groaned into his arms from where they were placed on the wooden dinning table in front of him. He was currently in the Renais eating halls, where the soldiers and lower-ranked knights ate - Colm had decided he'd be more welcome here than he would in with the nobility who were eating their breakfast.
Apparently he wasn't the only one who thought so, he could see several of his old comrades from the war seated at the many tables here. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shock of red - he glanced out of curiosity, and blinked at the King of Jehenna. Gerik was beside him and looking slightly exasperated, Colm leaned closer and strained his hearing.
All he got out of it was, 'not going without', 'improper,' and 'heads I go, tails you do whatever I want'.
Colm snorted and rolled his eyes, Joshua really wasn't the 'King' type - but it was his duty, and even an assassin could respect the Swordmaster for giving up his mercenary life for something he didn't enjoy. Though, Gerik being there, working under him was probably one of the reasons he pulled through so well - even if it made the possibility of an heir…Impossible. The thief smirked.
He turned forward and yawned in boredom, there was absolutely nothing to do - Neimi had mysteriously disappeared when they had arrived. Perhaps he should ask someone for tips on dancing…Not that he didn't know how, he was just…Rusty. That's all. Because it had been so long since he had danced, because dancing wasn't his thing.
Right.
Colm put his head down onto his arms once again and groaned softly; damn weddings, damn dancing… His inner complaining rant would've gone on longer if a loud, booming laugh hadn't sounded throughout the hall suddenly.
That sounded an awful lot like Dozla… "No, no, this is surely not the dining hall - it's far too plain!" yep, that was L'Arachel, which of course meant the berserker was here as well.
The assassin perked up slightly; if those two where here…That must mean.
"Rennac, you have lead us the wrong way!" Yeah, the rogue was here too.
A pause, and no further noise came from the hallway, "Rennac missing, again!"
Colm rolled his eyes and once again faced forward, soon the footsteps of L'Arachel and her faithful aide faded away. There was a slight rustle to the assassin's left and when he whipped his head in that direction he came face-to-face with a certain, brown-haired rogue.
The blue haired man jumped, and a smirk spread across the brunette's face, "The little urchin couldn't hear the 'old man'?" he scoffed, "I wasn't even trying to be stealthy. Point for me, I suppose." Colm growled under his breath. "Stop with the dog noises, you're making being in your…Company even more distasteful than usual."
"Stupid, old man."
He received a glare for that, "I'm not that old, you little urchin."
"Can't think up anything more than 'urchin'?"
"Can't think up anything more than 'old man'?"
"Whatever."
Colm put his head back on top of his arms and tried to ignore the rogue who was sitting next to him on the bench in front of the table. However, it became nearly impossible when the man suddenly got much to close for comfort and started breathing softly in Colm's ear.
The assassin fought down the blush and steadied his voice before barking out, "What the hell are you doing?!"
"Aww, is something bothering the poor little urchin?"
The assassin pulled away from the rogue who had somehow managed to drape himself across the left side of his body. "There's nothing wrong with me!" Colm scooted further away from his past-comrade, eyeing the man warily.
Rennac smirked, "I'm betting you can't dance." it wasn't a question, and it was irritating just how much confidence radiated from the man's words.
"I can dance!"
The rogue just grinned, "Someone who has your fashion sense - or lack thereof," Colm glared, "Can't possibly dance…Well."
"How the hell would you know?! I can dance!"
The brunette just smirked wider, "Let me offer you a deal - I teach you to dance, free of charge."
"What's the catch?" Colm blinked, "Wait, wha-? No, I already know how to dance!" he paused, "I wouldn't take lessons from you anyway." a pause, "N-not that I need lessons or anything."
Rennac merely looked amused, "You're a horrible liar, urchin."
Colm spluttered for a full minute before falling silent, "…I guess I could use some lessons." the man raised a brow and the assassin hmphed, "So I can learn it and beat you at it one day." Rennac just rolled his eyes in response, "…What's the catch?"
The rogue merely stood up and sent a devious smirk at the still seated assassin, "You'll see after the lesson." he said no more on that matter, prompting to instead practically order Colm to meet him in one of the unused meeting rooms on the second floor of the castle.
Colm was left to grumble under his breath, and maybe fear for his life.
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The assassin huffed impatiently from his spot, seated on top of a wooden desk that was used for meetings normally. Rennac was late, and it was getting on Colm's nerves - big surprise there. He glared at the wall across from him, kicking his feet against the table leg.
"I'm almost impressed by that glare, urchin." Colm turned to face the rogue, ready to snap at the older man - he stopped short, words dieing on his lips. "Cat got your tongue?"
"Uwah…?"
The hair wasn't a big deal, Rennac had always made sure to keep his hair pretty - both properly cleaned and decorated, what with the fancy headband and all. What was a little more…Flounce? Sure it was nice and shiny and could rival even Natasha's or Tethys' hair - but Colm could get over it. Because Rennac was weird - in the assassin's opinion - and that was just what he did.
Makeup…Well that's where it started to get alarming - the rogue's eyes were defined by some unknown black substance, and his lips seemed pinker than usual.
But the thing that really made Colm fear for the man's sanity was the long, dark red dress that seemed to cling to Rennac's skin much too tightly. The assassin, still seated on the table, swallowed, and spoke shakily, "Are you drunk?"
"Do I look drunk?"
Colm took a moment to reply, "No…But I'm hoping you are."
Rennac raised a brow, "What, so you can molest and take advantage of me?"
"NO!"
The rogue rolled his eyes, "Calm down, I was just kidding around, urchin. I just thought it'd be easier for you to learn if it seemed like you were really dancing with a woman."
"Uh…"
He wasn't really sure what happened, but suddenly, Rennac was right in front of him - assuredly looking like a woman, but still standing taller than Colm - and directing him. He blinked as the man maneuvered his hands to rest on his waist and suddenly everything went blank.
That didn't feel nice - no, not at all.
Much cursing ensued in the next hour, from Rennac because of a foot being stepped on, or Colm because of the sheer frustration he was experiencing.
Another hour after a short break - in which Colm pointedly ignored a very distracting Rennac - they were dancing quite well. Not once did the assassin step on the rogue's foot.
Thirty more minutes and they broke away from each other, panting from the exertion. Colm, in some state of lack of thinking, gasped out, "That wasn't too bad."
Rennac replied smoothly, "Mm, indeed it wasn't."
Colm, from his doubled-over position first saw Rennac's flat-heeled shoes before glancing up in confusion, "What…?"
The rogue smirked, "There's always a catch when offered something free, urchin." the assassin frowned and straightened up, his face becoming wary.
"What do you mean?"
Rennac grinned, and stepped forward, standing much closer than was necessary (in Colm's opinion), he raised a hand and grabbed a fistful of blue shirt. Colm gasped as he was yanked forward buy a well-groomed, but still calloused hand.
Any protests he might have had were silenced by Rennac's lips pressed against his, he gave a startled cry and groaned as the older man's tongue worked it's way into his mouth. He gave a soft moan before realizing what he had done - he pulled away, eyes wide.
Rennac smirked, "This is the thanks I get for teaching you how to dance?" he 'tsked', "No chance, urchin." he raised a painted hand and grabbed a handful of blue hair, yanking Colm's face to his once again. He pushed forward, backing Colm towards the wooden table in the corner of the room - pushed there so that it wasn't in the way of their dancing lesson.
Colm groaned and tried to pull away once again, absolutely shocked by this sudden change of events, "What…?"
"You ask too many questions, urchin." Rennac shoved against the assassin's chest and Colm awkwardly fell against the edge of the table. The rogue took this chance and grabbed the younger man's hips, startling another gasp from the male - he lifted the man up and dropped him on the wooden surface before him.
Colm sat up and struggled to get off of the table, baffled beyond belief, he was stopped by two hands pressing down on his shoulders. He glared up at Rennac, silently demanding an answer, the man merely smirked.
Nimble fingers traced the assassin's shirt, searchingly, "…Ah urchin, you never learn - your style is utterly hopeless…Though I suppose it's a good thing at the moment, I won't feel bad about doing this." Colm opened his mouth to ask 'what?'. However, those skillful digits suddenly tightened on the fabric of his shirt at the collar, and the sound of ripping filled the room.
"The hell?!"
Rennac licked his lips, "Not bad, urchin…" Colm flushed faintly at the intense stare the older man was giving his upper body. "Not bad at all." a pointedly pretty face lowered down closer to Colm's chest, and a pink tongue flicked out to run along the skin of the assassin's pectorals.
A moan escaped the younger man's lips, "Ngh…" a louder cry came right after as a skillful tongue suddenly encased a nipple. Colm shifted his hips in discomfort as he felt himself hardening, Rennac chuckled, and the assassin moaned again at the vibration it caused.
The other nipple suddenly got attention from one of Rennac's hands, almost like a distraction as the other appendage started working on his belt. "…R-Rennac, what are you…?"
He received no reply, just a mouth sucking harder, making him cry out once again - embarrassingly loud. The belt came undone and Rennac pulled away fully to push Colm further up the surface of the table, he pulled at the hem of the younger man's pants. He glanced up to meet with hopelessly lost eyes, he paused then smiled - a real smile.
Colm just stared at him.
Rennac's smile faded into a smirk and he pulled at the pants until they were off and on the ground beneath the table. Then the smirk disappeared and the rogue brought three fingers to his mouth, Colm's eyes widened as he stared at the sight of Rennac sucking on his own fingers. "…Wha-?" he felt incredibly uncomfortable laying right in front of his so-called rival, incredibly exposed. The only clothing a ripped shirt that had slipped off of his shoulders and was now pooling at his elbows.
Without any warning, saliva covered fingers probed at Colm's entrance and his eyes widened and suddenly the situation hit him like a brick wall. He pulled away and scooted backwards awkwardly; Rennac glared and suddenly with speed that he usually only showed on the battlefield Rennac had flipped Colm over onto his stomach.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" the man said nothing, instead, he opted to grab the younger man's wrists and tie them tightly with a rope that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. "Rennac!" blue eyes narrowed at the wooden surface below him, why was the bastard sexually assaulting him?! He was straight, he was going out with Neimi (as far as the public knew) for Latona's sake!
"Shut up, Colm." the fingers returned to his entrance, and they were decidedly less lubricated, Colm breathed in sharply.
Blue eyes burned and he struggled away, just because he was tied up did not mean he couldn't fight back - he was a friggin' assassin! Rennac growled, the fingers pulled away and he dragged his temporary student backwards with him.
They landed on the floor right in front of the table, Rennac - once again, seemingly out of nowhere - pulled out more rope and tied the younger man's legs to the table posts, "Stop, you freak!" the brunette rolled his eyes.
He used one hand to press the assassin down into the table, he brought the other hand up to once again properly lubricate the digits. The blunette was cursing him, "You make too much noise, urchin. It's hard to believe you're actually a decent assassin."
"Why are you being so casual about this?!" Colm growled, "I'm straight!"
Rennac pressed a finger into the boy's entrance, sighing at the tightness around his finger, "Good for you, urchin." he paused, "Hmm, awfully silent now, aren't you?"
Colm flushed a dark red, "S-shut up, you old bastard."
The rogue merely responded by pumping his finger once, "O-oh…" Rennac groaned at the sound, yes he'd have to get more of those. He thrust the digit upwards, the back down, relishing in the moan it dragged out, "Ahh…"
"What were you saying?"
The younger male was about to snap at him when another thrust made the words catch in his throat, "Nothing?" attempt at speech. Failure in the form of a loud cry. "Good." Another finger found its way into the tight passage, making the blunette moan loudly. "Relax…"
Colm merely pressed against the two digits inside of him, a third one pushed in shortly afterwards, the assassin keened. They worked in and out rapidly, and the younger man whimpered in need, "R-renn…Ahh." The brunette smiled again, he pulled the fingers out, happy to hear the disappointed noise that his lover gave out.
He reached down towards the hem of his dress and pulled it up, bunching it up at the waist, he pressed his cock at his lover's entrance and the boy merely moaned appreciatively. Slowly he pushed in, groaning quietly at the tight heat, his eyes closed slowly. "What are you waiting for…?" the blunette gasped out.
Rennac opened his eyes, he met with lust-darkened blue, which were currently narrowed impatiently at him. "Hmph…Urchin." he shoved in deeply and moaned out audibly, harmonizing with Colm's high-pitched cry of pleasure.
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Colm sighed tiredly from his spot underneath Rennac, "…Rennac?"
"What, urchin?"
The blunette frowned, "Why…?'
Rennac smirked, "I need a reason to stay here, something to tell L'Arachel."
"Uh…What?"
The brunette grinned, "I'm wooing someone now, so I must immediately attend to that."
"You're wooing me?!" Rennac snorted to hear the outrage in the boy's voice.
The rogue pulled out of Colm finally, and stood up, letting the red dress fall down over his legs once again, "Yeah. Anyway, I'll see you at the party, urchin - make sure you remember our lesson."
Colm turned and glared at Rennac, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Why not."
The blunette cleared his throat awkwardly, "What the hell is up with the dress?"
A smirk flitted across the brunette's face, "Ah…That." he paused and scratched his chin, "Even when I wear a dress I will top you, I guess that's another point for me." Colm's face darkened, "My, my, two in one day, urchin. You've been slacking."
"You fucker."
Rennac grinned contentedly, "I know, urchin - and it's all thanks to you."
"Bastard!"
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