duke_of_illusions | [hotel verse]

Al slides his hand over his chest, over the seal.

"That's something I want to ask you about, later."

"Later."

Stealing his hand and dragging him deeper. They're nearing the middle now.

Is it stolen if it's willingly given? Al lets his mind run rampant with ideas, which are interrupted as he mentally marks the turns.

By the time they get there he's just burning to touch him.

Barma trips him up against the stone table in the centre of the clearing, pressing him there with both hands on his hips.

"Got you."

It's awfully exposed, even this deep in the maze. Anyone could just wander in and hear...

"Got me," he whispers breathlessly, pressing his hips against him. It reminds him a bit of the kitchen.

He gives him a quick smile, to remind him that he's safe, then bends him backwards over the stone, pressing down on top of him.

"You look like a virgin sacrifice."

Al shivers at the thought, smiling back and pressing, rubbing against him.

"... not virginal enough."

"It could be an honest mistake on my part."

He teases.

"You'd have to prove your- non-virginity to me, I suppose."

"In order to live, I would," Al whispers back, cheeks flushing dark.

"But I'd enjoy it."

"Show me."

He urges, kissing his throat.

"Let me use my mouth, sir," he whispers, though he can't help but tilt his head back and shiver, encouraging more on that sensitive skin.

"You'll know right away."

"Very well."

He agrees, stroking his hair.

"I do like you, I'll give you a chance."

He leans into the touch, playing or not, and kisses the palm of his hand.

Al shifts to slide down, going to his knees in the grass and backing Rufus up against the stone. His fingers fumble on the many layers of clothing, trying not to mess them up.

He presses his cheek against him through the fabric, then his lips, breathing out.

"Just because you're a tease doesn't mean you aren't a virgin."

A dark blush stains Al's cheeks, but he frowns up at him, then pulls off the cloth covering him.

No teasing now. Al takes him deeply into his mouth and begins to show him exactly how much he knows what he's doing.

Barma growls in pleasure, and reaches down to wind a hand through his hair. He lets Al remain in control for now.

Jack will have come around the corner by now, dressed to the nines in woman's gown, hair down, and mask in place. He's laughing quite a bit as though someone has just told him the funniest of stories, when he sees the two.

"Oh-oh my, excuse me," he says in his normal voice, and turns on his heel to go back in the other direction.

He is not just tipsy- no, he is quite wasted.

Oh, hell. Al gasps softly, gripping Barma's robes for a moment before he gets up, shielding him-

Until he realizes whoever it is can barely walk.

"... oh dear," he whispers, giving Barma a glance before going to help "her". It wouldn't be good if she passed out in the maze like this.

"Are you all right?"

"Jacqueline."

Amused, he tucks himself away.

"What brings you out here this late?"

Jack will need to get a better look at both of them, maybe under better light, to tell who they are. Or maybe he'd just need a taste.

"Oh well, my escort was just telling me a rather funny joke about a salamander walking into a pub!" He laughed for a moment and then stopped- "Or was it a duck?"

He looked at Al a moment since he was closer and his eyes widened a bit, "I know you." He put a gloved finger to Al's lips flirtatiously, a bit of his hair falling in front of his face.

He would have made a prettier woman . . . had he not been so drunk.

"Walking into a duck?"

Al reaches up gently to take the lady's hand, kissing it politely. She looked so familiar, and the voice sounded like him, but...

Jacqueline? he looks back, mouthing the name to Rufus.

"Al, this is the person I told you about."

He explains, quietly.

"-well, sort of. Jacqueline, this is Alphonse, my close companion."

Jack moves to get a better look at the red head, and nearly falls into him.

"Rufus," he's pouting, "Love, you were having fun without me?" Jack isn't standing well, especially considering that these are the highest heels he has ever worn.

"Wait a minute," Jack tried to clear his head and stand straight at the same time, "Alphonse?" It clicked.

Jack leaned over and practically giggled into Barma's ear, "Darling, please do go back to what you were doing. I'm sorry I interrupted."

Al mostly concerns himself with the fact that Jacqueline looks as though she'll fall, and a twisted ankle usually comes from heels like those. He knows.

Though he goes quiet and defers utterly to Rufus in this matter, subservient and sweet, his hand hovers around the small of her back, guarding her.

He hasn't quite put it together. But somehow, this is Jack. What he doesn't know is if it's the Jack he knows.

He clears his throat. "Are you feeling all right?"

"Let's get her sitting down."

He suggests to Al, moving Jack carefully towards the altar they'd been playing up against a moment ago.

"Give her a second to find her balance, then we can get her back inside and to bed. Silly goose."

Utterly indulgent.

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