CR Campaign Two: Mighty Nein era (characters)

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waters deep (Ludinus/Essek+Caleb, E, tw: non-con, rough sex with strong coercion)

[(Anonymous)]

“I want to know what is happening on that ship,” Beauregard says, nodding towards Ludinus Da’leth and Lord Thain, and Caleb agrees.

There are too many mysteries surrounding these talks, and he does not like it. The wheels are in motion, and there is perhaps little they can do to influence the outcome at this point, but he wants to know.

Beau takes his hand on her shoulder and gives it a squeeze, then guides him to a corner behind a shed on the docks.

“Listen, stay here so you’ll be hidden, and it doesn’t look weird while you’re doing your Frump-o-vision thing. Yell if you need anything, okay? We’ll be just around the corner, being a distraction.”

Caleb nods. “You are very good at that.”

She and Fjord immediately start discussing fish and the beauty of the sea very loudly. It’s a good distraction.

Caleb drops into Frumpkin’s vision, letting the lapping of the waves against the docks fall away. Frumpkin scrambles around the ship. The two figures move from the gundeck towards the passengers’ quarters at the back. Caleb nudges Frumpkin, and he follows them.

Caleb aims at a window on the outside, judging by the direction that the two figures took. It is closed, but if Frumpkin presses close, he can see well enough into the room. He nudges Frumpkin to wedge his little cat-monkey fingers between the frame and the side of the ship. His fingers are agile and strong, and the window to the quarters inches open a crack. Enough to hear inside.

The quarters are large for a ship, and filled with fine furniture, most of it bolted to the floor for a sea voyage. Instead of a suspended hammock, there is a high-sided bunk with fine linens. Caleb glimpses a cabinet of labeled jars that might be spell components.

The Martinet and Desran Thain enter. Thain closes the door soundlessly behind them.

“I couldn’t help but notice your discomfort,” Ludinus says. He raises an eyebrow.

“I—I did not expect to see them. I did not know they would be coming directly here,” Thain says. His voice is unsteady. Strange.

“Friends of yours?” Ludinus says lightly. Almost mocking. “I understand. But it is extremely important that we enforce and control the exchange of the prisoners and the beacon.”

“I agree.”

“We each have what we want. And you are free to never speak to us again, after this,” Ludinus says, waving a hand.

“It’s taken a lot of effort to ensure that the tracks have been covered and no one undeserving is hurt,” Thain says. “I want no part in this, once this is done.”

“A shame. I’ve found that I quite enjoy your company.”

The Martinet puts a proprietary hand under Dezran Thain’s chin and tilts his head from side to side. He hums.

“The disguise is handsome enough, but I think I prefer your other face,” Ludinus says.

There is a breath, two. Desran Thain’s features fade to reveal plum-dark skin, high cheekbones. Essek.

Caleb resists the urge to pull out from Frumpkin’s sight in his panic. He has to stay. He has to know.

“Ah. There we go. Much prettier,” Ludinus says. “We are always told that drow are monstrous and deformed, but you’re quite lovely. A very nice bone structure. More delicate than most.”

It is strange, the way that Essek neither presses into his touch nor shies away from it.

“I’ve seen your rag-tag charges around. No, your friends, you said. Very sweet. Imagine that, a cold thing like you with friends. It’s almost hard to believe.”

Essek makes a soft noise. “Yes.”

Ludinus pauses. “How unexpected. You do care for them. Oh, but you’ve put yourself in a difficult situation, haven’t you? Have you told them about your, ah, research partners?”

“No,” Essek said, quick. Almost desperate. “I haven’t.”

“Well, that’s something. They’re all nosy and unpredictable enough to cause trouble for you and for us.”

“They’ve got nothing to do with this.”

Ludinus raises an eyebrow. “Do they? They have their fingers in almost every pie here, I think. But they’ve given me no reason yet to escort them from the bakery, so to speak. They’ve proven themselves useful, if meddling. I’m happy to leave them be, unless they give me reason to remove them from the picture. ” He chucks Essek’s chin. “Unless you give me reason.”

His touch strays down Essek’s neck, then settles at his throat. Presses.

Essek sinks to his knees. It is strange, almost unnatural, to see this proud, arrogant man acquiesce so easily. He is without his usual cloak. He looks smaller without it. He’s not much taller than Jester when he’s not floating, Caleb remembers.

Caleb knows where this is going. It is familiar.

He wants to break from Frumpkin, to close his eyes to this. He cannot.

“This should all go smoothly, if no one interferes. I hope it does. We all have so much to lose, yes?”

Ludinus shrugs off his ornate robes. He pushes down his fine wool hose, baring himself. Wraps his hand around himself to encourage the rise of his cock. Caleb swallows against his rising gorge.

He needn’t keep watching. It feels ugly and debasing to see Essek thus, traitor or not. Like thick, dirty oil on his skin. But it is vital to find out what exactly Essek is doing.

They can’t interfere, not without knowing what they’re getting into. Especially if Essek isn’t moving to extricate himself from the situation—if interfering would sign both Essek’s death warrant and theirs.

Ludinus cups his hand around the back of Essek’s neck and guides Essek’s mouth to his cock. It is a steady, unyielding push, and Ludinus is large compared to Essek. Essek’s lips are stretched wide around him, his breath coming in short, uncontrolled pants through his nose. His eyes are wide, blinking quickly, and Caleb wonders if he’s trying to calm himself, to remain steady.

Ludinus’s hands are impersonal as he adjusts Essek’s posture to allow him to slot into Essek’s throat. Essek makes a choked, panicked noise, but Ludinus doesn’t pull back, his hand holding firm to the nape of Essek’s neck.

“There we are. Shh, no need to make a fuss about it,” he says. “We both know you can take it, yes?”

Ludinus stays there for a long moment before drawing back, letting his cock slip from Essek’s lips. Essek coughs and gasps for air, but barely gets a moment of breath before Ludinus pushes him onto his cock once again, holding Essek open with his thumb at the corner of his mouth.

“Lovely,” Ludinus says, his voice heavy and delighted. He fucks in and out of Essek’s mouth in a casual, almost insultingly offhand rhythm, careless but for the fact that he always moves deep enough to set Essek to choking.

He pushes deep into Essek’s mouth and stays there once again, hips flush to Essek’s lips. One of his hands holds Essek in place, and the other trails down to spread over Essek’s throat. He shifts his hips shallowly in and out. It takes Caleb a moment to realize that he’s feeling his cock in the column of Essek’s throat. Gods. He wants to throw himself out of Frumpkin’s vision, feels his gorge rise once again, but pushes it back down.

“Give me your hand,” Ludinus says, rough with lust.

Essek raises his hand warily, still breathing shallow and panicky. Ludinus takes it and places it against Essek’s own throat.

“There you are. Do you feel that?”

Essek shudders all over and makes a lost noise. Caleb wonders if it’s horror, if it’s disgust, at Ludinus, or perhaps at himself. At what he’s become. It is a familiar emotion.

Ludinus pulls back from Essek’s mouth at last, leaving him gasping for air. He is a mess, his lips swollen and his chin slick from spit and fluids.

His silence is disquieting.

Ludinus shifts, and Essek lets his mouth hang open, his eyes resigned.

Ludinus laughs and nudges Essek’s mouth shut with a finger under his jaw, his thumb passing over Essek’s lips.

“No, thank you, you sweet, sharp thing. I have other plans, and this old man doesn’t have your vitality.”

Even Frumpkin’s vision is sharp enough to see Essek’s ears flush.

Ludinus pats Essek on the shoulder and turns away towards the bed, divesting himself of his clothes. Caleb wonders at the way that he would turn his back on Essek so easily. Essek must have his components on him, and he knows from their past interactions that it takes a matter of seconds to conjure a gravity well strong enough to crush a body.

It’s chilling to see not even a hint of arcane light spark at Essek’s fingertips. Instead, he stands and pulls off his clothes, perfunctory and quick, and Caleb knows that this is not the first time that he’s done this, not even the second. That what they have over him must be powerful indeed.

It is strange to see Essek without his many layers of flowing cloth, his feet bare on the wooden deck. He stands naked, and comes to Ludinus when he beckons him over, like a dog. Caleb feels sick.

Ludinus lays back and pulls Essek over him. His fingertips dip to Essek’s ass and press in.

“Oh, did you make yourself ready for this? You’re too clever by half. You’re beginning to know me too well. Or were you planning to whore yourself out at this party, to see if you could gain more research funding by spreading your pretty legs?” Ludinus sounds almost fond, teasing.

He is apparently satisfied with what he finds, because he pats Essek’s hip and guides him to his cock. Caleb can’t see Essek’s shadowed expression. Essek grasps Ludinus’s cock and tips his hips towards it, pushing himself back.

It looks like a struggle to take him, like he’s slightly too big for comfort. Ludinus makes a considering noise. His fingers hook into Essek’s hole, spreading him open and pulling him back onto his cock. Essek makes a broken animal noise.

Halfway down, Essek’s hips try to jerk back up, but Ludinus’s hands are implacable, guiding him down until Essek is sat fully in his lap. The hand at Essek’s waist drops to stroke the finely-turned bone of Essek’s ankle, then fastens around it like a manacle. Essek is panting, quick and frantic, the sound of barely leashed panic. Caleb wonders if it sounds like desire to the Martinet’s ears.

“Lovely. I should just keep you around to warm my cock on occasions. It would be uncouth for a diplomatic meeting, but for a casual party affair? A pretty crick on my lap could do wonders for the atmosphere, I think.”

Essek’s cock is soft against his hip. Ludinus fondles it, rolling his hand against its tender weight, and Essek draws back from him. Caleb wonders if Essek thinks himself a good actor. Perhaps he is, in most circumstances, when he is not in waters deep enough to close above his head. The Martinet is clearly enjoying whatever this is—Essek’s desperate, pale imitation of desire, or Essek’s discomfort, or both. It makes Caleb sick.

Ludinus pats Essek’s hip, and Essek raises himself on his knees, letting his hips roll back to ride Ludinus.

“Who is it you think of?” Ludinus asks softly. “You’re a solitary creature, but a young thing like you must have eyes for someone.”

“No one,” Essek says.

It’s the first thing he’s said since he was pushed to his knees, and his voice sounds ragged, used.

Ludinus hums. “Your new friends, perhaps? The little unpredictable blue one? Ah, no. The wizard?”

Caleb doesn’t manage to catch the somatic movements before he sees his mirror image replace Ludinus’s form.

Essek jolts back.

Ludinus laughs breathlessly. “Oh, I felt that. Look at you tighten around me, you greedy thing.” His hand disappears again, but Caleb can fill in his touch thumbing at the used tenderness of Essek’s hole, testing its tightness. “Truly? Is even a failed wreck of an Empire mage enough to make you spread your legs, betray your own?”

Essek twists his face away, and Caleb loses sight of his expression.

“Don’t,” Essek gasps. His cock fills against his hip, just a bit, and Essek drives his hips back onto Ludinus, quick and rough, too rough for any enjoyment of his own, surely.

Ludinus fucks up into Essek. It is deeply strange to see his own face twist in another’s expression of desire, to see his own body was being used to hurt another.

Caleb loses time, deaf and blind.

When he gathers his wits again, Essek is cleaning himself at the basin in the room, his movements slow. The Martinet is gone.

Caleb watches Essek breathe, in and out, and then put his clothing together, bit by bit. The illusion goes back on. He is a traitor, and he lied to them, and he caused the deaths of thousands by his actions, and he looks very, very alone, adrift on a black sea.

Caleb drops Frumpkin’s vision. Back in his body, his hands shake. He clenches them to fists until he hears the lapping of the waves against the docks again.

Re: waters deep (Ludinus/Essek+Caleb, E, tw: non-con, rough sex with strong coercion)

[(Anonymous)]

I just read it over on AO3 then read it on here again...it's soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good! So so fucking good! Like I gushed there and I'm gushing here and I can't stop grinning!