#flawless!verse

The first time it had slipped out, was on his 17th time visiting you.

The moment it had, he had froze, before the hand unclasped the grip he had on both your wrists, and pulling out of you smoothly but with a visible haste in his actions. Gasping the moment his presence left you, an ache in between your legs at the sudden loss nearly unbearable as you rubbed them together as you sat up onto your elbows with a caught-back whine. "I-is something wrong?" You panted, swallowing and letting out a mute curse as the aches, both pleasurable, began to dull between your legs.

Faced only with the scarred side as he caught his breath, you are left with few clues to what was in his head, save a tense jawline and flaring nostrils as he breathed sharply, in and out, again and again. The red eye seemed to glow brighter with each inhale, lighting up like the embers at his finale smoke, per every session. You could watch it for hours.

Pushing up further, resisting the groan in your core, and you reach. Fingers barely brushing his bare shoulder as you breath in concerned, "Beloved...?"

Stinging with the smack he gives to knock your hand away before it touches, it still remains in the air as he growls, launching to his feet and storming about the private room, gathering his things. Shoving feet into gold-lined boots, half-buttoning up a shirt; a rush, it seemed, to escape.

You called his name, a breach in the contract, but you did it anyways. He didn't even hesitate, all but slamming the gold down on the low-lighted rooms dresser as he shoved his arms through his jacket. "Silco, wait-" You're caught in the glare of hellfire and mortal, both just as devestating, deadly and raw as that of a snarling predator.

"You are to keep quiet, next we meet. Understood?"

The Eye of Zaun doesn't wait for the reply, the mask concealing his identity as he exits secured before he slams the door behind him.

Leaving you with trembling legs, half kneeling on the bed as you stared after him. Any other woman would be shaking from terror from being the subject of such a flaming look, so off-put by the scarring and the shift from his normal cool, suave demeanor. You do not shake with such fear, however. The shaky breath you release as you fall back onto the bed, catching your breath as you pressed your palms into your eyes, was how utterly, totally beautiful your client was.

And, as consequence, how utterly screwed you were, in the fact that you thought that.

-

"Beautiful."

-

Love wasn't supposed to happen. Not here, and not like this.

You definitely shouldn't be feeling love for a client while he has his cock pounding between your lips.

And you absolutely, positively, shouldn't be finding the way he's throwing his head back, slicked-strands of dark hair wild around his face as he lets out something guttural, and almost fragile, claw from his throat as he cums straight down your own, utterly captivating.

It's almost reflexive at this point, how easily you take him to the hilt as his length twitches and drains hot ribbons down your perfectly sore throat. As reflexive as the several, gentle press of your lips you leave down on his spent length, before pressing an kiss directly on the dripping tip, the taste of him coating your tongue as you gaze up through your eyelashes.

Lovingly stroking his thighs as he came down from his peak, your hoarse voice said it, again. It takes his mind a few seconds to hear it, absorb it and understand it's every syllable, but then his eye snaps back open as he pulls himself away immediately, going for the provided cloth on the table.

"There are many, many terrible stories, about whores that don't listen." The threat doesn't work; you both know he won't follow it, and you pant, reaching up to delicately thumb off the remains off him off your lips. He doesn't turn, but you watch the man's muscles jump as he hears you moan delightfully as you suckle the cum off your digit. "And lie."

A frown as you breathe, "I've never lied."

"You," Now cleaned, Silco turns, and once more, you are breathless under the glow of his red. His coat already in hand, he sightlessly pulls out the clanking pouch from his pocket. "... are a whore..." The first click of gold is all but a punch onto the bedside table. You never move your eyes from him, even as he loudly stacks each and every coin atop one another.

"A whore, that's paid." Another ten clacks. "Paid to like it."

Another ten. "Paid to act like that..."

A final ten, and his fist is shaking, chipped teeth gritting as he bores his duel-colored gaze into you. There's sweat still dotting his brow, hair still sticking out from his thrusts between your ravaged lips. "Paid," He whispers, hoarse as if your positions were flipped. "...to say such pretty, pretty lies."

You stare straight into his eyes. And whisper it again.

That pure, perfect devastation crosses his gaze once more before he turns on a heel, breaking a world-record in his haste to put his clothes, his armor back on, and stride out the door, leaving you on your knees, with the taste of him in your mouth, and fifty shining, golden coins on the polished wood.

A moment later, you throw every single one of those damn coins out the window, and scattering into the street three floors below.

Paid, you are not.

Liar, you are not.

-

"Gorgeous."

-

"You're sacked." You aren't surprised, and say nothing to the Madame. Only give a cool side-glance to your co-worker beside you, smirking smuggly. She's of similar height, coloring, body type to you, and was Silco's second choice if he hadn't picked you.

The greedy bitch already has the glitter in the color of his gold in her eyes as she watches you lose your job. A consequence of you whispering the name of your client when you thought you were alone at night. "Immediately," The Madame continues, and you interrupt, reminding her of Silco's appointment tonight. "Don't care, be gone by then."

Your next question finally has her glancing up from her paperwork. "What was that?" "I said, what if I paid you for the room?" A haughty chortle of disbelief from your ex-coworker, and a sigh from your Madame. "This isn't a damn hotel. Get lost, before I get the guys to drag you out."

You turn, and walk out of the office. And return a handful of moments later, an armful of all the pouches of coins you'd procured over the last several months as Silco's. Dumping them without care onto the desk, the Madame's cigarette falls from her teeth as she stares. "... oh, you poor thing," She mutters, raising one dark-leather bag and feeling it's heavy, heavy weight. "You've fallen hard, haven't you?"

You don't answer that question, but she answers yours, agreeing to a one-night stay in the room you've been fucking the Industrialist in. And, of course, one more thing.

"What do you want?" Silco's runner-up snarls as she strides back in; you, the first-prize, only sweetly smile and curl your fist at your side. "The five seconds I paid for."

-

"Marvelous."

-

If Silco takes note of the bruised knuckles, or the muffled crying he surely had to have heard as he walked past the office, or one of the teeth staff still hadn't managed to pick up off the ground yet, he makes no comment as he tightens his tie around your wrists.

For a moment you fear the gag, in which case he'll hear nothing of what you have to say. You're relieved, emotionally as physically, as he guides his cock into your body with knees on either side of his hips.

"Beautiful," You breath as his nails dig into the curve of your ass as you lift, then lower onto him again. You see those gritting teeth grind as you moan out the word again, adding it's twin between your heaving breaths, "Gorgeous..."

A hand comes up to cup your breast, rolling and gripping at the plump flesh almost tenderly, but another whisper of the dreaded B-word has pain zapping to your brain from how hard he pinches your nipple.

"Stop that," He orders, mortal eye closed tight as he rocks his hips up into you, choking your next word with the thrust of his cock deep inside. "I'm not paying you to say those things." The laugh slips out from your tongue before you think, tone loving as you inform him, "You can't pay me. I don't work here anymore."

You were staring into the hellfire-gaze as you confessed that. You now face both, utterly fixated on your face as his nails grip your hips, as if you could escape, or want to escape, his attention. "What..." A swallow, and you follow the curve of his throat with your gaze, causing a second swallow. "... what did you just say?"

A smile, as you gaze upon his every serious, ever careful, ever stoic face that looks up at you in pure shock and disbelief. "I was fired today. I paid for this room, it's essentially a motel for the night... I don't know if you'll ever see me again after this." You give a small, experimental clench around him, and his eye-contact never breaks as he gives a shuddering, low exhale.

"... You're beautiful, Silco." You begin to move again, slowly, inner muscles pulsating around his erection deep within your heat as you whisper your confessional. "I can't stop looking at you, or thinking about you, and thinking how gorgeous you are. H-how-" Your moan cuts you off as both his hands slowly snake up your chest, this time giving both breasts slow, caring attention. "... h-how marvelous you are..."

A choked sound from below. Your hooded eyes watch as he closes his green eye, the red nearly disappearing as it dilates into the black.

"I love when you look like this," You admit, between gasps as his hips start rolling in earnest up to meet you. "I love those rare smiles you get afterwards, w-with a cigar half-hanging out. I love... l-love the way your eyes, both of them, g-get so concentrated even as you fall apart. I-i love it when you bite your lip with t-those damn perfect teeth... just like t-that-" Even with his cock now slamming into you from below, you let out a breathless laugh as you see his canine pricking into his bottom lip in his carnal euphoria.

You're so concentrated on watching this man fall apart, from your words and body, that you almost miss the way the tie is nearly ripped off your wrists.

"You mean it," Silco gasps into your ear as he tugs you down atop of him, arm wrapping around you with nails biting into your back as his teeth bites into your shoulder as he fucks you in belief. "I-i do..." You groan against this ear as it earns you a lap against your skin, before a deep bite that'll be stinging for days. "I-i had to tell you... d-don't know i-if I'll ever see you again-"

"You're coming home with me."

You let out a near-sob as one hand reached between your legs to stroke your clit with fierceness, and how certain his words are. How quickly you accept.

Your hand comes up to brush against grey, ragged skin, palm sliding on the sweat and fading make-up as you begin laying a trail of kisses from his ruined side of his chin, up.

"Beautiful."

A snap of his hips. Another loving kiss.

"Gorgeous."

A deep, wicked moan that shakes at the end.

"Marvelous."

You feel how erratically he's slamming into you, palm practically a blur on your clit as your vision starts to go white, and you press your open mouth at the corner of that stunning, wonderful eye of fire and darkness.

Your orgasm comes in sync with him, as you hoarsely choke out the one word you think of whenever you lay eyes on this man:

Still, you don't stop your efforts in getting Silco relaxed before such a stressful interaction, by sweetly suckling on the cockhead in-between your lips.

But still, you show your appreciation for such a hardworking, dedicated man by swiping your tongue in your mouth, flicking over a leaking tip and humming at the taste.

Unconcerned, so long as you continue to make those sweet, beautiful sounds of sighs and bitten-back groans, as your Beloved attempts to scribble into another report. Failing, undoubtedly. Writing signatures that are truly more akin to uncoordinated lines than his name.

So familiar, yet always so good.

"Darling..." The chiding, and unsteadily-murmured endearment through gritted teeth almost makes you smile around him as your nails tap down his thighs, tracing the seams as you gaze up through your lashes. The Eye of Zaun leans back, gripping the edge of the desk with white-knuckles, just enough so his green-and-hellfire gaze can meet your innocent-ones.

You purr around him as you bat your eyes sweetly, the King of the Underground struggling not to moan out loud. Clearly, whatever chiding reminder he wanted to make fades as you press down on his thighs, just enough to keep him in his seat as you bob your mouth once, twice...

With a practiced movement, learned from a lifetime of your previous line of work, you hold him steady at his base with a thumb and forefinger, before taking him fully into your mouth. The muffled groan from above you, informs that the feel of your hot, slicked mouth is enough to bring him to the point of muzzling himself to silence.

Not something he would do in the bedroom, but there is time for that later. Right now, as you guide him fully past your lips, until your nose brushes against his pelvis, you simply want to bring Silco to the point of relaxation. Not crying out your name in echos.

Closing your eyes, you feel his on you completely when you finish, and he sits hot and heavy on your tongue. You don't even have to bob or make a single noise around him. Silco's cum soon arrives, hot and delectable, just from the sight alone of you batting your lashes as he sits fully in your mouth. You closed your eyes as you take every single drop straight down into your throat.

Never, will you be able to get enough of this.

But alas, the Chem-Baron is early.

Another knock after a minute, and slowly, the Eye of Zaun stops biting into his fist. Leaving uneven indents on his knuckles, he gives you a apologetic, annoyed look at the prospect of you leaving. You make it fade by taking your sweet-time sliding your head back, letting his spent-length slip through and out of your mouth.

Once the head passes your lips, still holding him at base, you cause a shudder to run through his body at the sight of you pressing a kiss to the red, spent head and murmur against him.

"Have a good meeting, Beloved."

-

Sticking around for the meetings seems silly to you, even if Silco wants nothing more then to have you seen at his side.

"I don't need to be seen."

"You ought to be. Deserve to be, no one even knows what you are to me."

The counter-response makes you smile, laugh faintly at the frustration in his tone. Again, it's never for you, but you can only imagine how he must pout at the lack of opportunities you give him to show you off.

You have to imagine his expression as you cannot see it. Silco's nose rests against your sternum as you run your fingers through dark stands. He's comfortable there, and you feel your eyes slipping close at his breath, steady and slow along your bare-skin.

"I don't need them to," You assured him, and spoke over his insistence of it. "I don't, Silco. I don't need to be presented at your side, not in a way to prove something to others." A gentle tug on his dark locks, and you smiled when he tilted his head back obediently, just enough from the valley between your breasts, to gaze up at you.

"So long as you see me, nothing else matters."

A slow, languishing blink from your Beloved. "See you? Darling..." The corners of your mouth slip up when he tilts his head back down, and you feel the partially-scarred lips press to your sternum. Brief, but you feel the energy, the desire, and though you've dealt with many 'sweetheart' clients over the years that attempt to replicate the same thing, you can genuinely feel the love behind the row of kisses he presses to your skin.

Love. As you tilt your head back, allowing him access to your next, which he seems to need to physically restrain himself in not-leaving his signature mark, you still can't quite believe it.

"Darling," Silco continues, as you feel lips press against your jaw. "I see you every day. If not physically, than whenever the moment lulls. Whenever the music stops, the pen is put down, or finally, silence comes after an unbearable length of anothers voice." It made you snort to hear the barely-concealed complaint, but it faded into a small intake of air as you felt chipped teeth nip, the physical-restraint it took him to not to leave a mark apparent breaking.

"Careful, Silco," You murmured, as he raised himself further up to barely graze his mouth to yours. Your eyes cracked opened to watch him, and there was traces of mirth in your gaze. "Or I'll assume you're a romantic at heart." The slight tease earned you a chuckle, and a chaste kiss. Then, a small sigh at your lips. "The Undercity should worship you."

Silco says it, so plainly, that you could almost see it. He already brings the Underground to his knees, one man who refuses to flinch back from even the darkest of Zaun, who bites at the throats of those who snarl at him in challange, a man who stares death in the eye everytime he looks in a mirror...

How much would Silco's power, raw confidence grow, when a woman were to step in place beside him?

You weren't foolish enough to think you were powerless. Physical-lackings aside, what you lacked in fight-won muscle, you gained in speed, in charisma and perhaps a bit of smarts too. Should all else fail, of course, you also had two fists.

But the idea of power, real power, visible to all when standing at Silco's side? Because they would see, instantly, that it was not the power of physical nor personable, or mental capabilities that kept you firmly at Silco's side.

Silco, as tilted as it might have become over the years, had love for the Nation of Zaun that set the foundation of his power.

Everyone would see that it was the King of Zaun's love for you, that would set the foundation of yours.

But that meant everyone. From the deepest pit of the Lanes, to the closest-to-Piltover on the aboveground Alcoves, everyone would see you at Silco's side. And though you were far from shy, you knew many of those eyes would recognize you. Not from the intimate setting that you now know solely with Silco, but they would recognize you from a bed nonetheless.

You didn't want to be seen by them, by past clients.

Only Silco, now.

"Like I said, Beloved... I don't need the Undercity." Bringing palms up, you to care to caress the scars outlining his eye, feeling the dead-skin briefly to return to life at the touch. You smile, when you see he only has eyes for you now - just as you wanted. "Only you."

-

But of course, it was never only Silco.

He was a busy man, afterall, with an Undercity to run, people to meet and business to run in the form of an entire Nation.

You wish you had paid better attention to the aspects of Silco's business. Or considered how small the Undercity was in actuality, as it might have better prepared you, to hear a name or to wait until after the Eye of Zaun's meeting in order to bring him a drink, another attempt to relax him for what was to be a trying meeting.

It was trying for you as well, for you were wholly unprepared for the slit-pupil eyes glancing over, and then widening st the sight of you in recognition.

"Oh," White teeth glinted as the red-wine splattered onto the carpet, but you managed to keep the glass steady. Though frozen, between you and Silco it remained, while every muscle in your body locked up. "I never expected you to keep one around."

Green eye narrowed immediately. Fingers curled around the stem of the glass, and there was a subtle flick of a pinkie in the direction of the door.

You couldn't move though, watching the trainwreck that was present and past colliding in the worst way possible.

"Keep a lover around? Honestly, Finn, I believe you were seen with at least four at a club in the previous weeks."

A observation meant to mock Finn's overcompensating, but the young, tattooed man only smiled, and threw you a wink.

"Always room for a fifth."

He ignored Silco's burning glare, the way the wine splashed slightly when he all but slammed the glass back down onto the table. Clearly, the Eye of Zaun knew gripping it would be no good, or he'd be picking glass out of his hands. "We're here to discuss your recent border-shift with Chross, not debate on the company we keep. If you think you're capable of keeping focused, I might even let you keep this new agreement, and have trust you won't forget where you drew the lines."

Again, Silco was ignored, as Finn's eyes slowly lit up with remembrance, and he smirked deeper at you.

"Never really had many favorites, girls like you are always a dime-a-dozen." You knew this. Had lived with this knowledge, far longer than live with the idea that you could be something special. But apparently the 183 days had made you soft, for you flinched. "But I gotta say, the things you could do..." Finn clicked his tongue, shaking his head and sighing. Then he flicked his pale gaze over to Silco. "Her tongue, right? That shit alone, I could see why you'd want to keep her around-the-clock for it."

"Finn." A final warning from the Eye of Zaun as he braced his palms on the desktop, rising with fire burning in both eyes.

But you ignored it as well as the Chem-Baron did, keeping your voice low and calm as you retorted, "I don't work in that business anymore. I've..." A beat, you knew you were thrown far-off your usual rhythm. Most clients don't make a point of calling out their prostitutes if they see them in daylight, but judging by the way Finn was flicking between opening running his gaze down your body, and looking over at Silco's deadly expression, you knew Finn had no trouble in attempting to flip the script.

"I've changed." You finished lamely, and earned a laugh. The next observation wasn't directed at you though, for Finn looked straight at the man in charge when he quietly said, "You can't change a whore that good. Especially not into a lover, boss-man."

Needing to breathe, you found yourself walking to the couch, and sitting down with your hands limp on the cushions beneath you.

"Finn," Silco said, slowly. "I believe it's best you head home early. I fear there's going to be an accident tonight." The Chem-Baron's eyes narrowed, and he straightened. "Not really an accident when you get a warning," He pointed out, and Silco hummed, consideringly. Not considering the man's words, but how exactly tonight's accident was going to pan out.

"My apologies, then... I suppose I'm implying that whatever happens tonight, is just a mere coincidence. A tragic, painful coincidence, that could very well still be avoided if you leave now."

All you could do was stare forward, as you heard the buzzing, tense silence in the room. Finn's bravo soon caved into the eerily assuring tone in Silco's voice, but you were too preoccupied with your own thoughts to watch and see his steps, a bit quicker, move out the door.

You now waited for your own dismissal.

One you had spent an entire career knowing well, and despite one hundred, eighty-three days since your last, you could already feel your heart closing off. Your face melting back into neutrality that all customers would get, once their time is up.

For you knew, undoubtedly, that yours was with Silco.

"Can't change a whore that good."

The urge to scream was muted. You could do it later, in peace and quiet, after you found a brothel where your reputation for catching feelings was unheard of.

The idea that you would be kept any further now, was laughable.

The idea, so long and not nearly that many days go, to think you could run off, go from lady of the night to the lady of the Eye, was ridiculous.

But it was also painful. Gods, were you in so, so much pain at the thought of being sent away.

But just as Finn said. You had been very, very good at your job.

And so you would take your dismissal, from the man you loved and the Eye of Zaun, professionally.

There's a sigh at the desk, heavy and furious, and you brace for it. Brace tighter when you hear his chair all but shoved away as he stands, and while your face is neutral, your body is locked tight as a vice when Silco walks into your line of sight.

You expect a finger point to the door, too furious to even speak. A single bark, or a quiet whisper to leave, along with the fire that dances in his eyes.

A dismissal of a whore, is what you're expecting.

Then he raises a hand, moving close to your face, and you start thinking that perhaps you should expect a blow...

The Eye of Zaun cups your cheek. Guides your face up in the softest of touches. Doesn't even wink the one whole eye that remains. For he is so fixated on your face, he doesn't even wish to blink, and lose you from sight even so briefly.

"Are you alright?"

You opened your mouth; unable to say anything. Even as he moves, leaning, soon kneeling before you and cupping both your cheeks, you still find yourself unable to make words come out of your mouth again to respond to the one thing you weren't expecting.

Even if you could, he didn't let you say anything, as Silco gingerly brought your lips to his.

Bizarrely, you find it bewildering that he would touch you now. It was no secret that he was not the first, but to have it so pointedly thrown in his face... you never imagined you would find a man, so willing to touch you, in the ways he had to have no others have done in the past.

"I want to make something clear to you," He says, firmly but not unkindly, pulling away from your mouth and guiding down your still, silent form onto the couch surface. "I can see in your eyes that you're having trouble thinking of anything else but your past. But pay attention to the present, to your future, and me."

You were finding it hard to pay notice to anything else but Silco, especially as he started pressing deep, insistent kisses to your neck and jaw. Drawing marks, leaving bruises no doubts between his words, but you only focused on the marks he was imbedded in your heart and mind with his every words.

"You are mine. You belong to no one else, not to the streets, not to a brothal nor any customers... you are mine." Hands finally come back to life as they lunge up, gripping his dark hair tightly as you feel an equally-dark splotch given to your skin, under the work of his mouth and teeth.

You've heard words like these before. Clients who started getting attached, or working out a fantasy you could provide. The idea of possession, of ownership appealed to quite a few, and while it had often made you scoff, roll your eyes and perhaps scrub off the nights-work a bit more intently than normal, you largely just shrugged it off as mere words.

Silco's actions, the way he was holding your body as he lavished your neck, collar, and soon tugging away close to work at your breast, was making it clear that he meant every word.

Back arched up into his mouth, and after leaving your chest heaving, the King of Zaun started down a pathway down further below. Words working in between every step as his fingers hooked on whatever final layers kept him from the end of his trail.

"You're so good being mine too, darling... taking care of me. Taking all that I offer so well, giving to me, so much of you..." Long-fingered hands patted and smoothed down your hips when they jerked, a hum to comfort as he pulled your panties down and off your legs, before settling between them. "Look at me."

You didn't even realize your eyes were closed, but a murmur of your name had you slipping them back open. "Look at me, my lovely."

Seagreen and the violent-remains of red and black looked at you. Seeing only you, as Silco murmured heartedly, "You are mine, just as much as I am yours. You are the only woman I will have. I don't care how many have has you, for I plan to be the only one you have from this moment onward."

The relief you felt at the verbal assurance melted into heat as he leaned down, pressing his lips firmly to the top of your slit. "I plan to be the only one to have this," He admitted, selfishly as he pulled back. But you had shown, in the many days together, that he was welcome to take as much as he wanted, and if Silco didn't believe it, you raised your hips to follow his mouth with a pleading whine.

"Hush, dearest," The man soothed you with fingers caressing the divets in your hips, eye flicking up to you as he dragged a single, wet-stripe over your mound with his tongue, flicking the tip just over your slit with a pleased hum at the sound you made. "I'll give you everything I have," He said, eyes piercing you in place as his hands slid under your thighs, pulling them further apart as well as anchoring him to where he wanted to be. "Just as you've given everything to me. It's only fair, my beautiful, flawless lovely."

What followed next made it very, very difficult to remember your past experience in the brothels. Which was probably Silco's intentions, as he used only his tongue to work open the lips of your pussy, and delving in fully the moment he could reach.

Still, between the probing of his tongue, deep into your sex that left your thighs trembling in an effort not to lock around his head, and the rapid, flickering whips to your clit that left you keening, you realized that you've seen this all before. Heard this all before, even.

Oh, not from the same man, of course. You had quite a few years under your belt, meaning quite a few touches, mouths and words rolling over you.

But as Silco pulls back, only for a second to pull in a single lungfull of rasping air before locking a surely-sore mouth over your sex again to lap, suck and stroke almost wildly against you to bring you screaming, you realize you believe him.

You believe him as he hoarse speaks of how he only wants, no, needs you.

You believe him when he growls as he catches your first orgasm straight on his tongue, but he only tugs you closer to drag your body into it's next as he devours every bit of arousal your body has to offer.

You believe him, when he pulls back and let's you catch a breath. If only to prepare for when he plunges two fingers inside, curling and hitting that spot within that makes you see stars as he swears he's going to fill you in there, again and again.

He wouldn't be the first, of course, and you both know it, even if it hadn't been thrown in both your faces today.

But you believe him, truly and wholly believe him as Silco claims you as his, while also showing how you have completely branded him as yours. Because you know he'll never stare at another woman the way he does at you now, nor would there be any other he hoarsely proclaims his love, life, his Queen...

There will never be another for you, just as he'll never take another.

Such a realization makes you feel powerful.

But more importantly, it makes you feel secure, makes you feel loved. Which really, is all you need, although Silco apparently strives to give you so, so much more than you need as he finally pulls his mouth and fingers from you. Juices literally drip off from his mouth and chin, but he doesn't wipe them off. Tongue flicks out from his panting mouth as he heaves breaths in unison with you, catching what he can around his mouth and resolving to lap up the rest later, as he strokes his hands up and down your thighs to sooth your quaking body.

"... beloved?" Your voice has never been this strained, this scratchy, not even in the days you've had with Silco. You love it.

"Darling?" Managing a swallow, but not the sit-up, your eyes flick over to look at him for a minute. Simply staring at him, gazing at you like he would be happy to look down at you, wrecked and ruined from his touch alone, for an eternity.

It was at that moment that you decided to use your newfound power over the King of Zaun.

"... Finn's mouth was never as good as yours," You murmured. "I don't think he deserves to keep it."

Silco's eye, which had narrowed into a dangerous slit at the name alone, glinted. With awe, and adoration, and now, promise.

Then Silco's chipped-teeth glinted with his grim, and yet loving smile, as he leaned down to kiss his Queen.

-

Shaking your head, you chuckle slightly despite your firm assurance, "No, never, Silco." Cupping under his head to ease him off of your lap, soon you're lowered above him on your elbows, gazing down at him with a loving smile and hooded eyes. Laying on his back, gazing up at you, you see his eye widen as you lean down, barely brushing your lips on the tip of your nose before you murmur your request again. You know, without a doubt, he'll hear this one loud and clear.

"I want to watch you come undone at the touch of another, Beloved."

A beat.

Silco is only ever giving of you, though his gaze is questioning, clearly rolling over the concept in his mind, he is only slightly slow when he gives in.

"Who... did you have in mind?"

A smile, as you pull back to gaze down at him. "Oh, don't worry," You assure him adoringly as you cup the cheek full of scars. Your knuckles ache slightly at a memory, as you rove the pad of a thumb across the dips and cracks of his skin. "Her services are always quite... satisfactory."

-

The idea came during one of the customary visits to your old stomping grounds. You barely recognize the place, and know you are just as much a stranger here as you traverse the halls of your old employment. Not scantily-clad, but almost buisness like as you sweep casually through the place with your old employer.

"As you can see, not a coin has gone to waste from the donations shared with our establishment," The matron boasts, trailing a finger along the polished, gleaming wall rail that curls and coils into design. "Many thanks to the anonymous party," She muses, throwing a wink your way.

"I imagine the anonymous benefactor appreciates the gratefulness, and the fact their coin hasn't gone to waste," You add, eyes flicking to watch a couple - one masked, the other obviously a worker of the brothal, glide eagerly from the hallway and into one of the rooms.

Tilting your head when you watched a second Lady follow before their private room was shut, the matron slid up to you to comment, "Fourth today... more gold comes in, more goes out and eventually-" "Finds it's way back," Echoing the familiar sentiment, you glace over your shoulder to raise a brow.

"Double-ups are popular, then?"

"Oh yes, very... more with men than women, which isn't surprising. You wouldn't believe the face a man makes when he looks down, and sees not one set of lips, but two..." The image she painted left much to be desired, especially as she left you to go check in on a room going over-their-time.

You had done a double, only once though, as the steady stream of gold that flowed more smoothly among these businesses was much more rare in your own days of employment. It had been a job just like any other, earnings split evenly, and the customer leaving on shaky legs.

You hadn't thought much of it. Perhaps because it felt like it was just any other job with particular, specific interests for a patron, but now that you weren't spending your days preparing, recovering or working on the next evening on the job of a brothal-worker, you started to think about it a little bit more.

Specifically, as you sat across the desk from the matron as she ruffled though her monthly ledgers, you thought about the idea for more personal uses.

"Whose avaliable for a house-call?"

The question makes the owner blink. "Sevika needs a new regular?" A small huff of laughter escapes you, and you shake your head, clarifying, "No, for myself, madame." You aren't surprised when the woman pales slightly, not from the subject of your request, but by the fact that it's you requesting it.

You, who are very well-known as the lady of the Eye, Queen of the Undercity, and the last lady that had been mentioned by the mouth of a new Chem-Baron, shortly before he lost half of it.

"I know what I'm doing, thank you. You said yourself, he would do anything for me."

"But let you have fun fucking anything for cheap coin?" Self-preservation is making her hiss sound strained, which she quickly calms when you glower cooly.

"I said the arrangement was for me," You say slowly. "I never said the fucking was for myself as well."

Eyes widened slightly, and at that moment the crooked-nosed worker slipped in, a complaint about some client or another on her lips dying at the sight of you. "Ah... you," She said flatly, at least attempting to be civil by giving a respectful dip of her chin when you smoothly stood from your seat.

Surveying her, you remembered her well. She'd cost you your job, leaving your fate uncertain for several hours before Silco made his long-lasting, more-than-buisness intentions clear. Her features, especially with a crooked beak, were not similar to yours, but there was an obvious similarity in body-type and coloring.

At the initial meeting, before it was love between you and him, when Silco had to pick his choosing of women, she had been second-place. The runner-up, in a sense, while you had been the prize of his choosing, that soon became so, so much more...

No, you weren't that much alike at all, especially not in station anymore.

Still, you found yourself smiling as you clasped your hands behind you, the grin toying at your lips almost friendly. You may not be alike, not even friends... but buisness was buisness, and you both knew how to be professional. And, when you were once co-workers, you could remember she was very good at the profession.

"How would you like to have a taste," You began slowly as you stepped in front of her, and you saw some of her dislike of you melt into curiosity. "... of what you missed out on, being second-place?"

-

A taste, indeed.

Tongues don't technically touch, but in the moments where her mouth brushes against yours, you can't help but press a bit tighter, humming. You ignore the fact that it's her, or the fact that it's another being entirely - instead wholly focused on the smear of pre-cum that coats her lips, and in turn, stains over yours whenever you get close enough for your mouths to touch.

A hitched-breath sounds, and you open your eyes, gazing up at Silco. Resting on a shaky elbow on the armrest, nails biting into the head of the couch, Silco is staring only at you, though there is two gathered between his legs. You smile around your tongue, which flicks out to delicately trace a pulsating vein of his cock as you hold his gaze.

Your ex-coworker only needs to glance over at the sensation that makes the Eye of Zaun go stock-still, before she mimics the same action on the other side of his length, and a groan erupts from his mouth, sounding suspiciously like a drawn-out curse at the twin sensation of tongues.

When Silco walked into the room, he had taken a moment to simply stare at the second woman occupying his couch, before turning to look at your smile as you sat beside her, before you politely asked if his schedule was full for the evening.

If it had been, you hoped the locked office door was enough of a message for his late-night meetings to reschedule.

Drawing your lips along his length, the other takes the hint and backs off, letting you take your lovers cock deep into your mouth and between your teeth. Your name, yours alone, sounded from above you, ending in an almost whiny pitch when you lifted your mouth up again as soon as your nose brushed against his pelvis.

Your lover was quick to stifle the whine, remembering his audience. Fully ignoring the other party, you gestured for her to take your place as you maneuvered off the couch, and glided around until you stood behind the armrest your Beloved reclined against.

"Do you like this, beloved?"

His skin visibly prickled as you breathed past his ear, from the sensation of air blowing past, your hands coiling over his shoulders to trace nails along his chest, and the other woman's mouth returning to his length. "Oh, I know I do, I so rarely get a chance to chat when it's my mouth working your cock..."

Nuzzling the dark hair at the base of his neck, your nails caught and dragged on the plates of his abdomen. You felt his body jerk with a sharp inhale at the sensation, and at lips wrapping around his head with a rather theatrical moan of appreciation. "Picturing me there?" You cooed, lifting your own lips to nibble at a ear-lobe, pitching it gently between your teeth as you purred, "Close your eye. Picture it."

"Me, between your legs. My arms, around you. My voice in your ear, my mouth, dragging you to pleasure... picture it, Silco. Me, surrounding every part of you..."

His chest was rising and falling rapidly at this point, both from the slow, but hearty ministrations of a mouth engulfing, tongue swirling around him while you lovingly purred. Releasing his ear to lay kisses on his neck and collar, you groaned into his skin, "Even without me, you look incredible... beautiful, flawless, Beloved..."

The word that had first spiraled your relationship from buisness to love was quickly spiraling Silco to his climax, evidenced with how his hips snapped up deep into the warmth around him, which you imagined he was indeed picturing you instead of the nameless woman. You whispered it again, moaning out his name as you watched nails dig into his thighs for purchase, the woman purring around him as she bobbed her head in the motions she'd seen you do, once, twice...

"Cum to the thought of me there instead, Beloved," You urged, locking arms around him from behind in an almost-embrace as he head fell back onto your shoulder, a shuddering groan escaping him as he climaxed, clear signs of it dribbling out from between lips as the deepthroated-bobbing contiuined unabated.

There was no jealousy, for this was simply buisness - only fascination as you saw muscles tense, ripple beneath skin. Hips thrusting up further to catch every sensation as the Eye of Zaun rode the waves of release...

Not that there was anything better than being the one to bring them there, of course. But this sight, the change in perspective, was something you simply couldn't look away from, the rawness of orgasm seeming to shoot though every nerve of his body. Oh, yes, you wished nothing more than to be the one to do it. But you couldn't deny that simply being the audience to it was making you anything less than soaked.

Fingers trickled up and carted through his sweaty dark-strands as her motions finally slowed. Your eyes lifted to lock onto her face when she started to rise off of him. "If you swallow a drop, I'll slit your throat," You murmured to her huskily, causing Silco to jerk in your hold with either surprise, or laughter at the note of possessiveness in your lustful tone. "Spit it out."

Pressing a kiss atop his head, your touch is gentle as you slide from his hold and step over, grabbing a bin and a velvet, clinking bag. Soon holding out both to the woman, who looks a bit ridiculous with her cheeks puffed out, you smile. "Double, as agreed on. Feel free to grab a drink from downstairs on your way out, and don't presume you'll ever get this opportunity again."

You fully ignore the glint of disappointment, jealousy in her eyes as she grabs the bag from you, and once her mouth is clear, mutters a thank-you before taking her exit. Not bothering to watch her go out the door, you turn and immediately lower yourself down to kiss a still-panting Silco deeply, groaning when his tongue immediately invades your mouth with eager enthusiasm.

Soon, you're breathing just as heavily as him, but pull back to manage out, "You were gorgeous, my love." You rub your hand along his thigh, murmuring against his lips when his palm comes up to pull your mouth back to his. "Flawless, perfect, and you didn't even need me there to look so..."

"I did," Silco admits, nipping at your lips and seeming to inhale the sound you make from the action. "You were correct, darling... picturing you, at every corner, making every move, every action, every sound and word, was simply..."

You blink, and have to pull back to stare at his hazed over eyes.

Silco is... speechless.

You never thought such an event possible, yet here he was, indeed doing just that. The jealously still doesn't come, for two palms come up to either side of your face, pulling it back for his mouth to lay claim to to your own. Groaning into his mouth, he's quick to bring you back to breathlessness, which breaks into a sudden, sharp inhale from his mouth when you feel a limp arm gaining strength, and soon wrapping around your middle to tug your nude body close.

"As much as I like having you everywhere else, dear," He breathes, a thin line of saliva connecting you to him as he eases himself into a sitting-up position,, soon tugging you in between his opened legs, and making you gasp as his slicked cock soon rubs between your dripping thighs, nudging against your lips and bumping his head to your clit. "I like being inside you so, so much more."

"I'd l-like that too, my love," You murmur, as if it needs saying, and with a grin that snaps the line connecting your mouths, Silco soon fits himself exactly where he enjoys the most. In you, with you, and as always, only you.

Any other, was just business.

-

You say nothing, gazing at him with wide eyes. But they are not full of fear at his rebuke, only concern. Concern, worry for him, looking up without a stitch of clothing on as you kneel on the bed and stare at him with furrowed brows.

No one has ever looked at him, like the way you do now.

It's overpowering, combined with your earlier words, and Silco hides his inability to catch his breath with a dark snarl, snatching the mask and fastening it on his face as he sweeps himself out the room.

Nearly running into another barely-clothed worker in the establishment halls, but his eyes don't wander in his furious storming through this brothal. The gold glint of his boots are clear in his gaze, but Silco can only repeat the image of you in his mind as he strides down the steps.

You, hair askew and wild on the pillows, sweat grazing on your brow but this only encourages your natural beauty to shine.

You, unable to open your eyes to look at him in the depths of your pleasure, even though there's a foolish, terrible part of Silco that so wants, so needs to see your eyes on him...

You, parting your lips with a weak little gasp, and sending him spiraling as you breath out that he is-

"I need a new one," Desperately, Silco is trying to clear thoughts of you from his mind. The loud clang of the coin-purse slammed onto the table is a start, but he still hears your breathless praise echoing in his mind as the matron blinks in bewilderment. "Really? You've been with her longer than anyone has-"

"Yes, well, I suppose that just confirms that I need something new, doesn't it?"

Boots begin to storm a hole into the floor below as he mind whirls, the pleasure housekeeper droning about his other options, about compensation and apologizing for his apparent poor-time that caused such a sudden change, but all he can think of is you.

You, who begged for the chance to look at him without any concealment or masks to protect his identity in the brothal, eyes closed with water riveting down your face.

You, who shouldn't have stood out to him amongst the girls in his selection, but between you and your vauge look alike, you were the one who had smiled at him, not in a sultry way, but in a way that made your face glow.

You, who didn't even push for him to hurry up or just leave, the one time he didn't come for sex.

Fingers coursing and massaging his scalp as you lay together in silence, saying nothing, and making it a perfect visit, with only your presence alone.

You, who Silco realizes in devastation, that he's gotten attached to.

"Wait." Papers, photos and brief descriptions of other workers for his consideration. Leather creaks as he curls his gloved-fists tighter, but, after another moment, he manages to work out, "I've... changed my mind. I will keep her."

The owner and matriarch of the brothal raises a brow, but before she can ask, he whips his head to her with a low, uncompromising hiss, "I'm keeping her. No one else... she's to remain mine, as per the contract we agreed on. Her services are for me alone, and it will continue that way."

Silco should know better.

He should be seeing the moment, that damn word slipping though your mouth as what it truly is; part of a performance. Something almost applause worthy, for it still echos through his mind like it came from the mouth of a lover, and not the whore, in actuality, you are.

"You're sure?" Even the matron seems hesitant, as if she knows, or at least suspects, even with the mask on concealing his identity and expression. "We have the second-option still available for your pleasure, if you'd like?"

Silco can recall the second choice, faintly. She played per part well, flipping her hair back while gazing up at him through long lashes with a small smirk dancing on her lips.

Then he recalls his first, the one he chose.

You.

And with image of you firmly embedded in his mind, the Eye of Zaun knows for certainty, that there is no other who could take your place.

It's terrifying, and with your breathless murmur still echoing in his ear, he has to physically keep from shivering as he croaks out a hoarse, "I'm sure. Deliver double my normal payment..." Some sense of control begins to return to him, and he adds through gritted teeth before storming out of the office, and the brothal all together. "And remind her to keep quiet at our next meeting."