AU ideas and … stuff #9

freakypumpkin:

I’ve been watching the two first episodes of Marco Polo. :3 This is what happened in my brain at the same time:

Magnus is the son of the emperor Asmodeus. Alec is the son of an influential family who have fallen in disgrace. His parents were executed, his sister made a  part of the harem, Max stays unharmed and Alec was send to work with the weapon’s master. After a few years the master dies and Alec took his place, but he isn’t allowed to enter the army and always stays under close surveillance.

The emperor starts to take a liking to Alec for his cold eyes and honest words. Magnus finds himself drawn to him as well, though for different reasons. 

Then it’s either the case that Asmodeus wants Magnus to perfect his fighting skills under Alec’s tutelage or Magnus simply becomes a more frequent bystander to Alec’s training sessions. Either way Magnus realizes slowly that Alec reacts to his presence and tries further advances. 

Also, while Asmodeus thinks that his son is quite useless, Magnus is actually quite skilled when it comes to potions and powders, but he does keep it a secret for a reason.

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“Not every fight is won with weapons and violence, you know”, Magnus said as he looked up from the floor where Alec had him pinned down. The unwavering gaze if the other’s blue eyes were a heavy weight. Pale lips pressed into a thin line and a knife, cold as those eyes caressing the skin of his throat, right below Magnus’ chin. 

“A lot of them are.” Alec’s voice was calm. His hands didn’t shake. He was barely out of breath while Magnus’ chest rose and fell visibly with every exhausted breath. He still smiled up at the black-haired man who haunted his dreams for the past weeks. The floor beneath his shoulder blades was hard and he could already feel bruises blooming on his arms and legs. Still, without the knife Magnus wouldn’t have minded the position that much. 

He smiled. Fortunately Alec hadn’t grabbed his wrists. So, he could slowly move them up the other man’s legs which braced his hips as he began talking again to keep Alec’s attention:
“Sure, but most fights are’t even accounted of. I mean, what about the concubines, mistresses who whisper into their lover’s ears.”
Magnus’ hands reached Alec’s hips, brushing against bare skin, making Alec jump. But before they could move up further, the one hand not occupied by the knife grabbed Magnus’ right one. Still, Alec couldn’t stop both hands without giving up the weapon. Magnus’ smile grew wider.
“Whole cities, kingdoms have fallen to words of lovers, wars in court only fought with touches, whispered wishes, longing looks.”
Alec’s face was guarded, but Magnus could feel the shudder moving down his spine, his gaze wavered, his breathing became heavier – if only a little bit – as Magnus’ left hand moved further up his chest, fingertips dancing over strong muscles covered by scarred skin. When the shudder reached the tip of the knife Magnus took the risk of slowly sitting up. 

He could see that he was getting under Alec’s skin, but he didn’t care. He had the situation under control and he finally got what he’d wanted to do for the past weeks. He’d always been watching that body move from afar while dreaming of following the lines of those scares with his fingertips, covering them in soft kisses, finding the places that made Alec close his eyes in pleasure. It wasn’t exactly the situation he’d imagined, but he could work with it.

“Those fights nobody talks about, but everybody knows. Everybody is shackled by their desire.” A subtle thrust with his hips drew a surprised gasp from Alec’s lips and with one swift movement Magnus got his one hand free from the others grip. The sound of the knife hitting the wooden floor was loud in the silence of the room. Magnus sat wholly up, moving his other hand to Alec’s back to keep him as close as possible. The other’s lips were only inches away. He wanted to kiss them, he’d finally get to –

A soft burn bloomed on the one side of Magnus’s neck. He didn’t have to turn his face to know it was another knife wherever it had come from, smaller, easier to hide. Now Alec was the one smiling. His breathing was still heavy, but his eyes were clear as glacier water. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against Magnus’, a featherlight touch, leaving Magnus aching for more.

“You’re right, we are all shackled by our desires”, Alec whispered, his warm breath tickling Magnus’ skin, making him think of a completely different scenery. “But even a shackled man can beat a soldier.”

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As I said, blame the show ‘Marco Polo’.