Private Room

Title: Private Room
Author: Shaded Mazoku.
Email: herukatto@hotmail.com.
Part: 1/1.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, but Square Enix’s. No profit made, just twisted fun.
Warnings:
Rating: NC-17.
Summary:
Pairing(s): Magus x Flea.
Fandom: Chrono Trigger.

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When Magus was six years old, and had just begun his life among the Mystics, he overheard Slash mentioning Flea’s ”toy room”, and demanded that Flea would show it to him during a lesson. Flea just laughed and braided Magus’ hair to keep it from being in the way, telling him that it wasn’t that kind of toys and that Magus had said that he was grown out of toys anyway. These were toys one didn’t grow too old for, but grew old enough for, Flea had said, smiling that secretive smile he used when he knew something Magus didn’t.

When Magus was twelve, he tried getting into the toy room after a fierce argument with Flea. The Mystic mage had called him too young and immature to handle a certain level of spells yet, and Magus had been determined to prove him wrong, when he’d remembered the toys he’d have to grow into. He thought it would be a splendid way to show Flea that he was old enough to handle anything. It had been very humiliating to be found by Flea the following morning, tangled into a giant web the magician used as a trap.

Magus was eighteen now, and certain that he could handle anything Flea threw at him, any strange toys included. After all, he was an adult now. There wasn’t much at all that he couldn’t handle. And what he couldn’t handle, he made sure to learn how to handle.

He was curious just what these toys for adults could be, though. Adults generally didn’t play with toys. Flea had a few dolls in his rooms, delicately carved things that had been painted with the utmost care, but they were hardly an adult thing. Just a typical Flea thing. The pink-haired mage had a deep obsession with beauty.

He looked at Flea, who was artistically draped in on the couch, ignoring Magus’ lesson in favour of tracing his nails, painted a shimmering magenta for the occasion, along the vines embroidered on the upholstery. The magician was a terrible teacher in many ways. No patience what so ever, a fairly short attention span, and a tendency to be a greater distraction than instructor made him unqualified to teach anyone. On the other hand, his unorthodox ways of teaching had borne fruits, allowing Magus to learn to use magic.

“What?” Flea asked, turning his odd magenta eyes on Magus, eyes halfway closed. His long, black lashes cast shadows on the skin under his eyes.

Magus scowled at his teacher. “Weren’t we going to have a lesson?”

Smirking, Flea waved his finger at Magus. “Who says we aren’t?” He licked his lips slowly.

“This is supposed to be a lesson?” Magus bared his fangs at the slender Mystic. “In what?”

Flea chuckled, and draped his legs over the arm lean of the couch, his skirt riding up. “Patience, maybe?” He pulled his skirt up, but when it fell back down, he ignored it. “You could certainly need it.”

Magus made a point of not looking at Flea’s legs. He knew what happened when he started looking. He started acting on urges and not on reason, and then they’d get nothing done. Or nothing productive, at any rate. As pretty as Flea was during sex, it was distracting, not productive at all.

Then again, Magus thought, looking over at the Mystic, Flea was always a distraction.

“You have no right to talk about patience, Flea,” Magus told his teacher sharply. “You have none.”

Flea giggled, and craned his head around to look at Magus properly. “Of course not. Which is why you’re training to be a leader, and I’m not.” With a smile, he teleported, and Magus found himself with a lap full of pink-haired menace.

Flea gave him a surprisingly stern look. “We have a plan to stick to, remember?” He kissed Magus hard, biting down on his lower lip. “No going back now. Stick to the plan, and you’ll get what I promised.”

Promises, yes. Flea had promised him the cooperation of the entire Mystic race if he followed the magician’s plan to overthrow Ozzie and place Magus in his place. Not a hard thing to agree to at all, as he was bent on his revenge against Lavos, and the Mystics was a resource he’d be unable to access without Flea’s help.

“The summoning spell…”

Flea nodded, running his fingers through Magus’ hair slowly, like he had a habit of doing. “I promised, didn’t I?” He ran his nails along his student’s jaw line. “As soon as Ozzie is removed from his position as the head of Mystics, and my position as head mage is secured, you’ll have your spell. Nicely translated, written and with a list over needed symbols and spell components.” He smiled a fairly wicked smile. “I can be trusted to deliver, as long as I get what I want, too.”

Magus nodded, allowing Flea to do as he wished. He’d learned as a child that arguing with Flea over his manners was a waste of time. He’d love to get his hand on the spell book Flea used as a source, but it was bound to Flea’s bloodline, and thus, he needed the Mystic to get the spells. And he’d rather not get rid of Flea, either, since, though his teacher infuriated him at times, he was a pleasurable companion in many ways.

The magician made a slight purring sound, a sound Magus knew from experience meant that he was satisfied. He made the same sound after sex. “Enough with the lessons for tonight, I think.” He licked Magus’ neck. “Let us find something more interesting to occupy ourselves with, shall we?”

Flea always made propositions like that. Even when Magus was a child, Flea had been very seductive. Magus just hadn’t realized it then. Once he’d been old enough to think of questioning exactly what “something interesting” was supposed to mean, the pink-haired mage had been happy to show him. Even now, years later, Flea could still come up with interesting things to do to surprise him with his interesting things to do.

“And what kind of interesting thing do you suggest, Flea?” Magus asked, wrapping his arm around Flea’s slim waist, pulling him closer.

Chuckling, Flea moved his hand to Magus’ neck, drawing his nails along the skin, raising red lines. “Why don’t you suggest something for once, hm?” He leaned into the embrace, resting his head on Magus’ chest. “You know I’m up for pretty much anything.”

Magus smirked and pulled Flea even closer, partially restraining his breath. He knew the Mystic wouldn’t mind. “I know.” He knew a lot about the magician’s habits, which might be the reason why he felt to comfortable around Flea. He enjoyed having him in his arms like this.

“How about that toy room of yours, then? You did promise to show me once I was old enough.”

Flea chuckled again, looking up at Magus. “I did, didn’t I?” He smiled lazily. “I guess you’re ready to handle it by now. You are good at handling surprises, aren’t you?” The words were followed by a soft kiss to Magus’ jaw.

Magus bent his head down and captured Flea’s lips in a hard, crushing kiss. “Your surprises, yes,” he said. Flea’s surprises might cause him distress occasionally, but they were always worth it.

The magician returned the kiss with passion, twisting in Magus’ embrace to wrap his arms around his neck. After a little while, he pulled back, grinning at Magus. “Glad to hear that, Magus. Glad to hear that.”

With a small smirk, Magus got up, almost dropping Flea to the floor. If the Mystic hadn’t been hanging around his neck, he would have been falling. As it was, he pressed his body against Magus’ for a while, before letting go and floating down, remaining hovering an inch or so above the ground.

“Cruel Magus,” Flea purred, looking up at him from underneath half-closed eyes, still framed by those long, curved lashes. “If I hadn’t raised you to cruelty, I’d feel wounded.” He smiled and walked towards the door to his toy room, his hips swaying from side to side even in his male form.

Magus allowed himself another smirk. He was a cruel man, yes. It was how he’d been raised. Flea, though, liked his cruelty. The slender mage seemed to delight in Magus’ treatment of him, no matter how cruel he was. Then again, Flea was a cruel creature as well, though with different methods. Magus had seen him drive human soldiers out of their minds slowly, using only his charm powers and his sharp tongue. Flaying their sense of self off of them, one layer at a time. Magus stuck with physical torture. The mental and emotional torture he left to Flea. The magician got an enjoyment out of it none of the others did. And usually pounced Magus afterwards.

“Cruel and vicious, yes. Like you want me to be.” Magus wrapped his arms around Flea’s waist, pulling the hovering mage as close as possible. He was curious about this toy room. He could imagine the nature of those toys, of course. He knew Flea well enough by now to guess just what kind of toys he’d enjoy. He also knew him well enough to know that he himself would probably enjoy the same kind of toys.

Flea smiled seductively and leaned back against Magus, lazily dispelling the protective wards on the door, watching the gleaming magenta symbols around the edge fade away.

“Shall we?” He asked, purring slightly.

Magus leaned forwards and opened the door, holding it open for Flea. “You first, Flea.” He let go of the mage’s waist.

Flea took a few steps forwards, flashing Magus a grin over his shoulder before sauntering into the room. With a mixed feeling of anticipation and suspicion, Magus followed the pink-haired mage, wondering just what he’d see in this “toy room”.

He wasn’t sure what he’d expected, but the reality was nothing like it. The room they’d entered was large, done up like a hybrid of a dungeon, with stone walls, chains and some rather interesting looking instruments placed throughout the area, and of a palace room, filled with draperies and pillows in expensive velvets. It matched its decorator quite well, really.

Flea smiled at him, spreading out his arms to include all of the room in his gesture. “Welcome to my play room,” he said, arranging himself in midair, as if though there was a chair there.

Magus looked around, absentmindedly reaching out and running a hand along one of the draperies. The velvet was soft and warm underneath his fingers. There were several objects in the room so weirdly shaped that he couldn’t begin to guess what they were for, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Others, like a carved ivory chair with a phallus attached to it, were obvious in their use.

To sate his curiosity, he took one of the toys of the shelf, looking closer at it. To his surprise, it felt warm to the touch, and almost pulsing, even though it was made from bone. There were runes crafted into the elaborate phallus, enchanting it.

Flea chuckled from somewhere behind him. “Intimidated?”

Magus snorted and put the toy back on the shelf. “Hardly. Amused, perhaps, but not intimidated in the least.” He hadn’t been raised to lack any sort of confidence. “It does make me worry about your sexual habits, though.”

Chuckling again, Flea lowered himself lightly to the floor, walking to Magus’ side, his heels clicking against the stone floor. “When you’ve lived for a few centuries, Magus, you are bound to develop odd habits. It’s unavoidable.”

“I guess,” Magus agreed, picking up another item. It appeared to be a set of enchanted silk scarves, the spell meant to make them strong as steel while still feeling like silk. A very typical Flea item. He gave his teacher a slow smile. “I want to tie you up,” he said, making it a demand than a request.

The pink-haired Mystic looked at the scarves in Magus’ hand and smiled, giving him a slow nod. “Sounds promising,” he purred.

Magus had restrained Flea during sex before, but never with items made just for that purpose. Usually with ropes or belts, which worked, but made Flea complain about the marks afterwards. Besides, Flea was fully capable of tearing ropes or belts if he got excited enough. He was stronger than he looked, and he had very sharp nails that could leave marks in stone and metal. Not to mention that all it really took was a slight channelling of Fire for Flea to get his hands loose.

These scarves, though, were made to restrain a Mystic. They held possibilities that sent sparks right to Magus’ groin.

He shoved Flea in the direction of some of the many piles of huge pillows and pushed him onto them. The magician did put up a token resistance, but was obviously not planning on fighting him. He did bite Magus’ arm as he tied his arms behind his back, sinking his fangs into the flesh right beneath the shoulder.

Magus growled at him, shoving him against the wall he was fastening the scarf to. He yanked once on the scarf, making sure it was properly fastened and drawing a soft moan from Flea. Magus’ only reply was a slight growl and his hands prying Flea’s legs apart, tying them securely to pillars on either side of the pillow pile. Once done, he got up and eyed Flea’s toy collection, seeing if there was anything else he wanted to try out on his lover now that he had him all tied up. Those scarves had a teleportation and shape-shifting blocking rune on each of them, so Flea wasn’t going anywhere.

Flea watched Magus intently, his eyes following the younger mage around the room, making appreciative sounds whenever he stopped to pick up an item. He knew where everything was in this room, and could make a very close guess on which items had caught his student’s attention.

“Enjoying yourself, are you?” Magus asked Flea with a smirk on his lips as he returned to the pillow heap where Flea was spread out for him. He ran one hand up the inside of Flea’s thigh, kneading the flesh slowly.

The magician moaned again and bit his lip, looking up at Magus, his eyes showing exactly how much he was enjoying himself, the magenta colour of his eyes darkening and swirling, without any pattern or guidelines.

Magus grinned wickedly. “Good.” He knelt down and pulled his knife out of its sheath, cutting Flea’s frilly white top of with a single cut, revealing smooth, fair skin. Calmly pulling the flimsy fabric away, he tossed the knife away and ran his fingers over Flea’s nipples, which hardened immediately under his fingers.


“You’re always so responsive,” he murmured, pinching one nipple between thumb and index finger.

Flea arched into the touch as much as his restraints would allow, his head rolling to the side, sending his hair falling down like a very oddly coloured waterfall.

Magus gave him another grin, delighting in how Flea reacted to his touch. “Pretty, too, but you already know that, don’t you?” He rummaged through his findings and came up with a pair of ornate little nipple clamps. They both had the shape of a flycatcher flower, with a chain made to look like a vine connecting them. He fastened them on Flea, tugging slightly on the chain, and was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath.

Encouraged, Magus slipped his hand underneath Flea’s skirt, closing his fingers around the Mystic’s erection, straining against the fabric of his lacy panties. Most men would look ridiculous in panties like that but Flea pulled it off with ease.

“If you stop,” Flea gasped, tugging at his restraints, “I’ll kill you with my bare teeth. I hope you know that.”

Magus gave a chuckle and leaned in to kiss Flea forcefully, ripping the lacy fabric of the panties apart, so he could get it off with his legs kept like that.

Flea responded eagerly to the kiss, like always, suckling at Magus’ tongue and encircling it with his own, biting at Magus’ lips whenever the blue-haired man tried pulling away.

Giving up trying to get away, Magus took advantage of the situation to slide his fingers underneath Flea and into him, lubricated by an expensive oil he’d found on one of the shelves, and that smelled of cinnamon.

Flea’s response was a throaty mewling sound, finally drawing back to gasp for air. His eyes were downright glowing now; even when his eyes were almost closed like now, there was a slight glow coming from the little crack still left open.

Magus leaned in and licked up Flea’s jaw, enjoying the taste of his skin. At the same time, he picked the carved bone phallus out of the pile of toys, using his free hand to cover it in oil before replacing his fingers with the toy.

Eyes opening and going wide for a moment, Flea gave another of his moans and pressed against the toy, impaling himself eagerly.

“Slut,” Magus muttered, but his tone was almost fond. He got up, unlacing his pants to pull out his cock, and pressed it to Flea’s lips, head falling back with a moan as Flea obediently opened his mouth and started sucking on it, twirling his agile tongue around the head.

Flea shifted slightly, so that the toy was pressed against a hard pillow, letting him fuck himself on the thing as he sucked on Magus’ erection, leaning as much forwards as his bonds would let him. Being filled from two directions at once felt great. It was a shame that Magus was so possessive of him, or they might find someone else to join them in bed.

Then again, Flea thought, as Magus growled and twined his fingers into Flea’s hair, making him take him in deeper, he loved the possessiveness Magus showed. It made him feel special. With a small smile, Flea ran his tongue along the string on the underside of Magus’ cock, before taking it all the way in, working his throat muscles around his lover.

Magus groaned. Flea was too damned good at this. If he kept this up, he’d come shortly, spoiling the fun. Very reluctantly, he pulled away, shoving Flea back into the pillows. He reached down and picked up another little toy, this time a fancy blindfold, putting it onto Flea and tugging once at his nipple clamps for good measure.

“I’d gag you, too,” he said, “but you make such delicious sounds.”

Flea purred, lifting his hips as much as he could in an obvious invitation.

Licking his suddenly dry lips, Magus reached down and pulled the toy out of Flea, pushing himself into him in its stead. Flea did a sharp intake of breath, closing his eyes and pressing back as much as he was allowed by his restraints.

Magus bit his lip hard enough to draw blood before starting to move, knowing that he wouldn’t last very long like this. He caught Flea’s lips in a demanding kiss, making a pleased sound as Flea licked the bite clean.

“Taste nice…” Flea murmured, licking his lips as if to savour every last particle of taste. His head fell back again, hanging almost limply on his neck. “Faster?”

Though he hated to be ordered around, that was one request Magus was happy to comply with, picking up the pace and force of his thrusts, fully aware that he was unlikely to ever manage to hurt Flea during sex, even if he wanted to. He had a surprisingly high threshold for pain.

Flea mewled, attempting to lift his hips to meet the thrusts, but largely not managing, the restrains keeping him in position. His toes and fingers twitched at every thrust, no doubt longing to sink into Magus’ flesh.

Magus could feel the familiar sensation that told him that his climax was near, and leaned in, licking Flea’s neck and earlobe while thrusting, occasionally reaching in to tug at the chain on the clamps.

As he came, feeling like his body was filled with white-hot liquid for a brief moment, he bit down on Flea’s neck, his fangs burying into the flesh like they often did during orgasm. Underneath him, Flea cried out, climaxing as well, staining their stomachs, and his skirt, with semen.

Laying like that, breathing heavily, Magus could hear Flea’s heartbeats, even in this worked up state much slower than his own. Mystic bodies worked slower than humans, thus not exhausting themselves as quickly as human bodies did. It was a strange feeling to know that he’d most likely die much before his teacher and that if he did, the slow metabolism of the Mystics would mean that Flea would still be young-looking and beautiful in his funeral.

“You’re having gloomy thoughts, aren’t you?” Flea asked, having caught his breath properly.

Magus smirked. “I was. You distracted me.” Flea was a born distraction. Pulling out of Flea, Magus sat up and untied his lover, who immediately started stretching himself, like an overgrown feline.

“So,” Flea asked, rubbing his neck, “What do you think of my toy collection?”

Grinning, Magus pulled his clothing back on and murmured a cleaning charm. “It’s an impressive collection.” He stood up and stretched, as well. “We should play again sometime.” Something flashed across his eyes and he cursed.

Flea pulled off his blindfold and blinked up at him. “Something wrong?”

“I forgot my lesson with Slash. He’s calling me.” Magus rubbed his temples with an irritated expression on his face. Slash’s mental calls were so loud.

Smiling, Flea shifted into a new, clean outfit and got up as well, activating the spells to return and clean all toys and pillows properly. “Go whack him over the head,” he said, his voice amused. “I’ll finish up here and go bug Ozzie about the new castle plans.”

Magus smirked. Flea and he had grand plans for the new castle Ozzie was getting built. “I will.” He walked over to the door and stopped, turning to look at Flea. “See you later today, then?”

“Of course!” Flea smiled at him, smoothing down his hair.

With another smirk, Magus left Flea’s rooms, going to find his weapons teacher and kick his ass for being so loud.

Flea watched him go, his smile turning decidedly less sweet. “It’s a fine collection indeed,” he said to himself, looking around the room. “But you’re the crown jewel of my toys, Magus.” He laughed to himself as he finished his spell work and teleported off to find Ozzie.