Fic - Distractions

[cornerofmadness]

Title: Distractions
Author: cornerofmadness
Disclaimer - not mine, all characters belong to Hiromu Arakawa et al, Square Enix and funimition.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: public sex, teen sex
Timeline – set before Ling and Ran Fan head to Amestris, manga based (naturally)
Word count: 1,412
Summary: Ling finds ways to relieve his boredom
A/N: written for springkink for the prompt - Ling/Lan Fan: during a court event--"Behind the mask, she was all his" Thanks to evil_little_dog & lyricnonsense for both poking me to pick up this challenge and for the beta


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Ling tried not to slump but boredom dragged his bones down to the ground. He had so many siblings; it was hard to whip up enthusiasm for yet another wedding. He could count the times he had meet his sister, Shui, on one hand since she lived in her mother’s providence some distance away. Ling felt like he was attending the wedding of a stranger. At least, the ceremony was over and the party was about to begin.

Ling brushed his perfumed hair back, wanting to dig into the banquet but decorum had to be maintained, which mean his Emperor father and the bridal parties would be first and only after the final court marriage protocols had been observed. It could be an hour before Ling could get near the food. Even though his father and the groom’s father still had long speeches to make, Ling nosed around the crowded court room, trying to find something to distract himself with.

Of course that meant fluttering from one royal flower to another like a bee, talking to one relative he barely knew after another trying to find someone of interest, all the while pretending he was listening to the Royal speeches, as if anyone actually was. The problem was, most of his relatives were nectar-less flowers, dry and unappetizing. They were filled with court protocol and far too little curiosity.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ling caught a glimpse of white and black, stark against the vivid scarlet and gold of the ceremonial trappings. The demonic mask seemed almost out of place at such a happy function, still, Ling knew Ran Fan on sight even if she was dressed like the rest of the guards. He knew the way she held herself, the way she moved light as down on the breeze. Occasionally, Ling wondered if anyone guessed that he looked at his protector without regard to their vastly differing stations in life. No, if they did, he’d have been given a new guardian and Ling hated to think about what would happen to his precious Ran Fan.

He needed her in more ways than one. She did far more than protect him. Ran Fan was his confidant, his best friend, his lover. Losing her would leave a hole that couldn’t be filled. He wasn’t likely to tell her such sweet nothings but Ling did have pressing things he needed to share with Ran Fan; the perfect distraction. He nodded toward the gardens where many of the less important guests were milling about, trying to get close enough to hear what the Emperor was saying or catch a glimpse of the bride.

Ling didn’t look back to see if Ran Fan was following him; he trusted she was and there was no need to call attention to himself. He found a knot of flowering azalea bushes near the lotus-covered pond, just private enough to be safe, just public enough to be titillating. He spotted two of his older brothers only a stone’s throw away, very obviously not where they belonged either. They seemed to be discussing business. It was difficult to think that in a few years, these brothers he’d often played around with would be trying to kill him for the throne. He pushed the ugly thought out of his mind. It had no place intruding on his planned distraction.

The only sign of Ran Fan’s approach was a soft rustle of leaves. He took her calloused hand, drawing her closer. Ling took a deep breath in but all he smelled was the plum blossoms around them and just a bare hint of Ran Fan. He was more perfumed for the wedding than Ran Fan would ever be, except maybe if her grandfather arranged a marriage for her years hence.

Her fingers floated up to remove the scary mask but he caught her digits. “Leave it on,” he whispered. Her fingers pressed against his chest, not needing to be told what Ling wanted to do in the gardens. She always just seemed to be able to read his mind. Ran Fan thumbed a nipple through his silk tunic. Ling purred lowly. He ran his hand down her strong back then around to cup one small breast. He leaned down, lipping her nipple through her tunic, feeling her press into his touch.

Canting his eyes up, he saw her mask gazing down on him. Ling knew she was smiling behind it. Ling could feel it, basked in it. He wouldn’t confess to her how hot it made him to play with her while she was wearing her mask, afraid that it might offend her. Still, the bald truth of it was the mask excited him but not as much as knowing that behind the mask, she was all his. Ling’s fingers found Ran Fan’s secreted knives tucked in around her waist as he loosened the ties of her pants.

Her fingers closed over his. “What if there’s an attack?”

He lowered her trousers a bit. “You have weapons in your sleeves and down your shirt. I know you’ll take care of me.”

She ruffled his hair. “Always.”

Ling sat down, nearly crushing a clump of big, blue hydrangea flowers. Heavy blood-red peonies framed the blue plants, all the sweet scents mingling with the plum blossoms. His sharp eyes studied Ran Fan. Her tunic was long enough to cover her firm buttocks and thighs so if someone caught a glimpse out of the corner of their eye they might not pay them any mind. He slipped his hands up under her tunic, teasing along the inside of her thighs as he guided her onto his lap. She was wet as his fingers danced over her soft, dewed petals. Finding her little lotus bud, he circled it slowly with gentle pressure. Ling grinned, hearing her pant under her mask. His finger slipped inside her.

Nibbling on her breast, Ling tasted silk under his tongue as his finger made little ‘come-hither’ movements that left Ran Fan squirming against him.

Ran Fan’s strong hand reached down to massage him through his silk trousers. He stifled a moan against her hard, flat belly. Her hand slipped inside his pants, gently tugging him free. She rocked forward on him, the thick, rosy head of his cock pressing up between her muscular thighs.

Suddenly, she stopped moving on him. Ling glanced up, dismayed. A band of court musicians and accompanying acrobats tumbled by, entertaining those waiting in the garden.

“We could get caught,” she whispered, her voice muffled behind her mask.

“That’s what makes it so exciting.” Ling smiled wickedly as he thrust up between her legs.

She chuckled softly, thumbing his cock. Her fingertip smeared the warm pearls of pre-cum over his tender flesh. Ling slid his hands down slowly over her ass, slipping his fingers back up into her. A quiet moan echoed behind metal as Ran Fan rubbed her clit against his hot, hard shaft.

Ling longed to push himself into her, thrusting quick and hard but his dress pants had no pockets so he had no condoms. He couldn’t risk getting his guardian pregnant. Ran Fan’s hips crashed against his, fast and urgent. Her arms snaked around his neck as her body shuddered.

Ling grunted as her hands traveled down his body to toy with the head of his cock each time it poked back up between her thighs. Feeling the pressure building, his balls lifting and tightening, Ling captured Ran Fan’s waist and lifted her off his lap. Ling knelt on the soft grass, curling his fingers over his cock. A few firm strokes allowed him to decorate the flowers with fat pearls.

Sighing happily, Ling tucked himself away then rolled to his feet, Ran Fan was already dressed, awaiting him. He tipped her mask up just enough to claim a kiss. Ling glanced over his shoulder back at the palace, hearing the officials calling out. “They’re calling my group.” Ling’s eyes gleamed. His feet shuffled, barely able to restrain himself from running off to the buffet. He didn’t even dare entertain thoughts of lingering with Ran Fan and holding her but just abandoning her as soon as he had finished seemed crass.

A whisper of a laugh trickled out from under her mask. “Go,” she said then added impertinently but fondly, “you are so greedy, young Master.”

“I just like my food,” Ling huffed. He paused long enough to caress her arm before racing back into the court to consume his second love with the same passion he had just done with his first. Ling would sneak Ran Fan some of the choicest treats. She more than deserved them.

Comments

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

I found a typo: which mean(t) his Emperor father and the bridal parties would be first and only after the final court marriage protocols had been observed.

But I still love it.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

no typo, no no

and thanks

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

*grins*