112 - Eidetic - Resist - Tekia - original

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Title: Resist
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Eidetic
Warnings: Traces of yaoi.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Mago is sent to Zama to help arrange a peace between the people of Zama and the Barcia tribes, despite his own hatred of the Zaman people. Prince Roma wants more than just peace with Mago. (Names clearly stolen from history XD)

The music he made was like magic in the air. As Roma slipped into his chair in the way back of the hall, he couldn’t take his eyes from the man playing the violin. All of the hall was silent as the music filled the hall, foreign notes bringing tears to women’s eyes and longing to men’s hearts. His fingers were long and slow as they moved over the string and Roma wondered what else those fingers were skilled at.

He watched as the song finished and the court clapped and murmured their thanks for his performance. The foreign diplomat bobbed his head in thanks and quickly made his way out of the hall before they could request more of him. Roma had discovered early on that the youth didn’t like undue attention paid to him. Smiling, he quickly ducked out the back before anybody noticed him and turned down the dark halls until he found the other man making his way to his chambers.

“Retreating so soon?”

Mago tensed at the sound of his voice and froze in his steps. After a moment, he must have decided to face him, for he turned to face him, his chin set and eyes cold.

“Highness.”

Roma smiled. The Barcian was always ready to snarl at him, and he really didn’t have an idea why, although it amused him to no end. Closing the distance between them with a leisurely pace, he motioned to the violin now being clutched in a white knuckled grip. “You make wonderful music. I understood that that song was from your homeland.”

Mago nodded, once. His lips thinned and he shifted his weight on his feet. “It was something my mother taught me when I was a child.”

“You play it so well.” Roma reached out and touched a finger to the wood of the case, then allowed his fingers to brush Mago’s fingers. Blue eyes widened and Mago quickly jerked his hand away, stepping back.

“Yes, well, it’s late and I’ve an early morning meeting with your king.” He bowed quickly and spun on his heel. Roma watched him go, but knew that he would see him yet again this night. He went to his own rooms and stepped out onto the balcony, smiling at the scents of the city wafted toward him. He leaned over the rail and let his eyes roam over the city laid out below the castle. While he will never be king, this was still his city. He loved it all and wanted to show it in all its glory to Mago. If the man ever let down his guard enough to let Roma close enough to him.

A few moments later, just as he had predicted, down the balcony, a door slid open and Mago appeared in the moonlight. He had changed out of the court dress from earlier and now wore his hair down and a simple robe over his night clothes. On silent feet, Roma approached and watched as the foreigner stared up at the stars, his lips moving silently.

“Do you read the stars?”

He jumped and spun about to face him. “Do you never make noise when you walk?” Mago then realized what he had said and swallowed his words, a scowl coming to his features. He bowed his head. “Forgive me, Highness.”

Roma sighed in frustration. He wonder what else he was going to have to do to get that anger to be unleashed. Or turned into another type of passion. “Will you never forget that I’m the prince?”

He frowned. “I am afraid not, sire.” He made to retreat back into his chambers, but Roma stepped in his way, efficiently blocking the door.

“What about that anger I hear in your voice?” He caught Mago’s hand and brought it to his lips, lightly touching his knuckles to his lips. “Will you ever forget that I’m Zaman?”

Mago’s lips tightened even more as his brow lowered. “Never,” he hissed and jerked his hand away, wiping it on his robe.

Roma’s hand shot out and he caught Mago’s chin in his hands. “And if I ordered you to, as your prince?”

Mago glared up at him. “You’re not my prince.”

“And yet you insist upon treating me as if I’m far out of your reach.” His smile returned. “It’s as if you’re afraid of letting me close to you.”

Mago jerked his chin out of his grip. “I’m not afraid of you.”

Roma let him go, only to wrap his arm around his waist, drawing him closer, smiling down as the Barcian glared up at him, his hands on his shoulders, pushing in vain against his strength. “Then why do you resist what you know we both want?” He tugged him closer, moving their hips together, earning him a gasp of surprise. Mago’s eyes went wide and his fingers flexed against his shoulders. He couldn’t resist, so he captured Mago’s lips, tasting fruit and champagne, and something exotic and foreign that he knew was wholly Mago.

For a moment, Mago let the kiss happen, let Roma sip at his lips and tease his tongue before he suddenly remembered where he was and who it was ravishing his lips. He pulled away and ducked out of Roma’s lax grip.

He wiped at his lips and glared as Roma licked his lips. He reached for him again and Mago slapped his hand away. Roma laughed.

“I hate you, Zaman.”

Suddenly Roma’s mirth was gone and he leaned back against the wall, folding his arms over his chest. “What is it with you people and your eidetic memories? Will you never get over that war? It was ages ago and our kingdoms are now friends.”

Mago spat, “As long as your people live in this castle, we will never forget what you have taken from us.”

“Were you not sent here to secure peace between our kingdoms? How are you going to do that if you hate our people?”

Mago sighed with pent up anger and copied Roma’s pose, arms folded over his chest and stared out over the city below the castle. Roma watched him with a hunger that he couldn’t quell even with the hate that was clear between them.

When Mago turned away from him, Roma reached out and wrapped his arms around Mago, drawing him close once again. His lips found Mago’s exposed neck. Mago began to struggle, but Roma caught his hand and brought his fingers to his lips, sucking one in. Instantly the fight died in him and his body relaxed against him. Smiling, Roma tilted his head back and captured his lips in a searing kiss that melted Mago.

Mago moaned into the kiss. The sound of his moan brought his eyes open with a snap and he ended the kiss with a gasp, his lips swollen.

Roma traced his finger down Mago’s chin, tilting his face up. “I’ve an idea of how to get you to stop hating our people.”

Mago sneered, “How’s that?”

Roma smiled and pulled him back into his bedchambers. “It’ll start right here.”