Fandom: Doctrine of Labrynths, including Melusine, The Virtu, and The Mirador, all by Sarah Monette.

Rating: Teen

Author: Greensl33ves

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Notes: Includes slash and incest. It's the series, darlings, not just me. The timeperiod is somewhere between The Virtu and The Mirador.

Something to Look Forward To

Felix was drunk again and it wasn't even the fifth hour of the night. Second time this week he'd fucking done this, too, and I wasn't sure what I wanted to do more—drag him out and throttle him or sit back and let him make a fool of himself. Not that I really had a choice, of course.

Unlike the last time, though, when Felix had ended the evening by throwing a glass at Robert of Hermione, it looked like we might escape clean. Fleur, instead of stomping out mad, was working at convincing Felix that he was tired and had had enough to drink. It actually looked like it was working, too, though that might have been a side affect of the booze. Kethe knows how many he'd had. I'd meant to keep track but had a couple myself and forgot.

One of the older fellows—I forgot his name—motioned me over a few minutes after they started at Felix, so I figured that he'd agreed and got to my feet and handed my glass over to a page. Felix is an amicable enough drunk, so long as you don't get him riled up over nothing, so I hitched over there not worrying about nothing.

Felix did like I expected. He made some elaborate excuse about needing to be up early in the morning, smiled charmingly enough at the host not to offend him, and then swept out of the room with every eye on him. I'll give him credit, too, he didn't miss a step. Even walked in a straight line, though I'd heard him use the word "ain't" by accident earlier, so I knew just how drunk he was, even if no one else did.

Anyway, we got out of there and around the corner, and like I said, Felix is an amicable enough drunk when he wants to be, so we were getting on fine back to his rooms. That is, until we hit that stupid step.

In the Mirador, everything's a big fucking maze. Steps and ramps everywhere. So it wasn't a surprise to me when Felix missed noticing a step down on the floor and fell over it, tumbling headfirst, as if the clumsiness he kept so carefully in check, even when drunk, had just jumped at him.

I didn't think nothing of it, just stepped around him and offered my hand to help him up. He looked stunned, and that's probably why he took it, cause normally Felix's got too much pride to let anyone help him. But he did and I tugged up and he tugged down and fuck me if my leg didn't give out and landed me on top of him.

The impact between my ribcage and Felix's knocked the wind out of me and I just laid there for a minute, trying to get it back, staring at the stone three inches from my face. Then I realized what was right next to my ear.

"Fuck," I muttered. I'd landed smack on top of Felix, my leg between his and everything. Immediately I pushed up with my arms, cursing my bad leg not for the first time. I had to get out of that position before Felix's goddamned crush got the best of him and he did something stupid. And he could, too. With that obligation d'aime, he could do anything he wanted to me, and that's the bitchkitty of it.

But I was too late. As I pushed up, he pulled down, only his hands were on my hips and it ended up with our faces a good foot apart and our hips ground together.

Felix was staring up at me with a funny expression on his face, his spook eyes glittering in the dull torchlight. His fingers were clamped hard across my arse, keeping me in that awkward position. I'm strong, but Felix is just plain big. Maybe this time a couple indictions ago I could have been out of there, but that was then and this is now and I wasn't going nowhere anytime soon. That didn't mean I couldn't try, though.

"No, stop," Felix said as soon as I began to struggle, but he didn't put any force behind it so I didn't pay any mind. "I said stop," he repeated, his voice stronger.

I didn't say nothing, just did the only thing I thought would work and tried to role over. Felix figured out what I was at, though, and instead of wrenching him away from me, all it did was make it so instead of it being me on him, it was him on me, and it was then that I realized I had made a big mistake. "If you're gonna fuck up, fuck up big," Keeper's friend had always said, and that's exactly what I'd done. I'd made worse mistakes, but of all the situations that could have come out of this, I think I was heading for the worst.

Felix must have seen that I was about ready to knee him in the balls and bolt and he quick got his hands around so now they were pinning me to the ground from the hips. I tried to roll again anyway. I wasn't going to sit here and wait for him to decide that he'd made a stupid promise—but he was quick on that plan too.

"Stop!" he said for a third time, and this time he put force behind it, and suddenly I couldn't bring myself to move an inch. So I just stayed there, pinned underneath him, that stupid fucking drunk Felix who had an expression on his face that I didn't like, didn't like one bit. I glared at him, dared him to even think about it.

"Oh for heaven's sake, I'm not going to rape you," Felix snapped, noticing my expression. "I just-" He paused, licking his lips a little- nervously? "I just- oh fuck, Mildmay, just stay still."

The force behind the order lifted a bit and I could breathe again, settle my bad leg so it wasn't at such an awkward angle. So long as I didn't try to get away, the order wouldn't bother me none. I tried not to think what that might mean for me and concentrated on watching Felix, though that didn't help much exactly, because he was staring at me with that look on his face that I couldn't read.

"Felix-"

"Quiet," he hushed me.

"But-"

"Shh."

"I-" but this time I cut myself off, not wanting him to use the obligation on me. Somehow I still wanted the power to scream, what with the way that one of his hands was drifting from my hip up to my stomach.

My muscles tensed, then relaxed again as the hand left my body and he used it to brace himself against the floor. In turn, though, the other hand began creeping up my side and he leaned down.

I didn't realize what he was about to do until his face was about six inches from mine. "I'm not going to rape you," he whispered, his words slightly slurred, "but I didn't say anything about kissing you."

Then his lips were on mine. Just a little kiss, nothing big or fancy, and then he pulled up, his breath a little too quick, and I could feel his heartbeat speeding up.

Felix peered down at me and I could smell the booze and knew he was way drunk. "Did you like that, Mildmay?"

I didn't answer, just looked at him, but he wasn't expecting a reply, just staring at me with a look in his eyes I was beginning to recognize somewhere in the back of my mind but hadn't quite figured out the word for.

Before I could remember, Felix leaned down again and he was kissing me again. His hand came up and cradled my neck and I didn't know why he'd bothered until he opened his mouth and licked my lips, pressing down, trying to get me open mine. I kept clamped my lips shut, though, refusing to budge an inch. If he wanted them open, he'd have to order them.

Finally Felix gave up on that, started kissing my neck instead, biting it hard enough to bruise. Fucking great, more bruises. I could feel his cock going hard against my legs, smell the alcohol on his breath, feel—oh powers he was fucking unbuttoning my shirt.

"Felix-" I started, and just as I started talking his lips were on mine and his tongue was in my mouth.

And now he really was hard and even through the fabric I could feel the heat, feel the way that he was pressing down. His tongue was doing things in my mouth that felt so good, like when he'd sealed the obligation, only more of it, harder and faster and better than before. He was moaning a little, and his other hand had stopped supporting him and was working at the buttons of my shirt again.

The leg between mine was pressing down against my cock and he was grinding his hips down and his tongue- I felt myself start to respond, my cock going hard just as surely as his was but I refused to move, refused to consent to this. I wouldn't, even as his tongue stroked mine and his hand stroked my chest and his hips ground down on my erect cock just right-

A small moan escaped my throat. Felix heard it. Hell, I was surprised that the whole fucking Mirador hadn't heard it. But that didn't matter. All that mattered was that Felix had heard it and had stopped kissing me so he could watch my face as he whispered, "You like that?" and repeated that same movement with his hips.

I kept from moaning this time, but something must have crossed my face because Felix knew he had won, knew that I had liked it.

Slowly, deliberately, Felix leaned down and kissed me on the mouth again, and despite knowing what was coming I hadn't closed mine, a fact he was quick to take advantage of. With his other hand he reached down and squeezed my cock.

I gasped and reacted automatically—by kissing Felix back.

Felix snatched his head back immediately, staring down at me with drunk, triumphant eyes. "You liked that." It wasn't a question. He gave my hard-on another squeeze. "You liked it, and you know it."

"But- why did you do this?" I managed to croak out.

"Give you something to look forward to," Felix drawled, and I think he's about the only person who can drawl while drunk. He smiled. "See, I can't rape you—but then again, I can't very well rape the willing either, can I?"

And just like that he was gone, off me and heading towards his rooms and I was lying on the floor somewhere in the Mirador with my shirt undone to my waistcoat and my cock standing up like a flagpole.

I stared at the ceiling, my mind utterly blank, until finally I realized the only thing for it. I struggled to my feet, the force that had pinned me gone, and headed for the kitchens.

"Fuck this," I muttered. I was going to get as pissed as possible as fast as possible and powers help anyone who tried to stop me. Maybe then I'd forget all this. Forget that I'd made out with my brother. Forget that I'd liked it.

It was a long shot, but it'd have to do.

So Mildmay and Felix finally got some action. I love that couple in a major way, as you can tell. Hope you liked it too! Leave some love for me if you did (it's a small community we're dealing with here, so we have to stick together.)

-Steph

aka Greensl33ves