FIC: All that Glitters
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ficwizeTitle: All that Glitters
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wizefics
Fandom: Merchant of Venice
Pairing: Bassanio/Antonio
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
kink_bingo mirrors
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Graphic sexual content
Summary:
Disclaimer: I don't own Merchant of Venice, but it's public domain now.
A/N: This is my first time ever writing fanfic for Shakespeare. I have no idea if I managed to do it with any sort of success. Also, I sort of think this pairing may be canon? And not at all healthy. (Explains why I felt the urge to write it!)
Bassanio knew Antonio's moods better than he knew his own. The Merchant's cares set heavy on his shoulders and his wine cup filled repeatedly as the two men sat at Antonio's table. Diner had been cleared away hours before, but as of yet, Antonio made no move. Bassanio sat with him, waiting for his friend to confide in him.
After Antonio finished his fifth goblet of wine, Bassanio caught his wrist as he reached for the pitcher. "Good Antonio, what troubles your heart thus? You seek to lose yourself in spirits; I would offer you solace in a friend."
Antonio's eyes bored into Bassanio's. "Would you indeed, dear Bassanio? Then forsake your desires to find a bride and be content to remain here, friend of my heart."
Bassanio stayed silent, but he did not pull his hand away. Antonio sighed and lifted Bassanio's hand to his mouth. Pressing his lips against it, he murmured, "T'is unfair of me to ask. You are young and your heart beats with the passion of youth."
"Antonio, you break my heart." Bassanio flipped his hand to brush his fingers over Antonio's cheek. "You are more precious to me than you know."
"Yet you would seek another to replace me in your affections." Antonio said flatly, pushing Bassanio's hand away.
"Not to replace you, dearest Antonio; such a feat is impossible. My love for you is inviolate."
A sudden rage gripped Antonio and he stood abruptly, sending his chair clattering backwards. "Leave, then, if you are so determined to go. Be gone from my sight."
Bassanio stood up and stepped towards Antonio. "I would not leave you, Antonio. Peace, I beg of you."
A strange expression crossed Antonio's face. "Do you speak the truth, Bassanio?"
"You know that I do," Bassanio whispered. "I love you dearly; my life without you would be bereft."
Antonio's cheeks, still stained with the flush of wine, grew redder. He licked his lips, eyes still boring into Bassanio's. "Come with me, Bassanio. I would show you a treasure from my latest shipment. I think you will find it as beautiful as I do."
Bassanio's heart beat painfully in his chest, but he obeyed silently. Antonio waited long enough to be sure that Bassanio would follow, then lead the way down the corridor that lead to his bedchamber. Bassanio followed, like a moth to a flame, unable to turn away and risk losing everything.
Antonio pushed open the door and crossed the room, leaving Bassanio lingering in the doorway. He crossed to the wall and stood in front of a cloth that covered something underneath. Without looking, Antonio held out his hand and gestured for Bassanio to come to him.
For a moment, Bassanio hesitated, but then Antonio looked over his shoulder and smiled slightly. "Dear Bassanio, do you have no trust for me? My heart, my home, my life… all yours for the taking."
Bassanio's voice hitched. "What we do is a violation of God's law."
"Aye."
"We damn our souls."
"Aye," Antonio breathed. "Yet, I would risk damnation for you, sweet Bassanio."
Bassanio swallowed and stepped inside, pulling the door in place behind him. He crossed to Antonio, unable to hide the tremors that shook his hands. Antonio stood waiting as each torturous step brought Bassanio closer, until finally he lifted his hands and caught Bassanio's face gently between them. Without a word, he pressed his lips to Bassanio's.
At first, the kiss remained chaste, then Bassanio groaned. His hands came up to Antonio's hips and he pulled the older man closer. Antonio's left hand slid around Bassanio's neck, his fingers trailing under Bassanio's collar. The sensation made Bassanio shiver and he flexed his fingers into Antonio's hips.
Antonio broke the kiss and gently stepped back. "Not yet, sweet Bassanio. First, I would show you my treasure." He tugged Bassanio in front of him, pulling him so that Antonio's backside fit securely against his groin. Reaching out with his left hand, he gently tugged the cloth until it fell free of the object holding it in place. Bassanio gasped.
"A mirror, but a mirror of such clarity I have never seen." Hesitantly, he reached out to brush his fingers over the shiny surface.
Antonio dropped his mouth to Bassanio's neck. "An amalgam of tin and mercury, covered by a plate of flat glass. Do you like it?"
"Very much so," Bassanio whispered, eyes dilating as he watched Antonio's fingers brush through the hair on the side of his neck. Antonio gently nudged Bassanio's head up until they could meet eyes in the mirror. Then, without a word, he began to undress the younger man. His skillful fingers quickly unfastened the jerkin and doublet and he stepped back enough to ease them over Bassanio's shoulders and down his arms.
Carelessly, Antonio threw the clothes behind him onto the bed. Already, the fingers of his other hand tugged at Bassanio's linen shirt. It took him a moment, but he eventually freed the cloth and slipped both hands under it and upward, skimming the flesh on Bassanio's belly before tickling over his ribs.
Bassanio groaned again, working to free the laces at his wrists and neck. Antonio laughed as he yanked the shirt over Bassanio's head. It flew to land on top of the other clothing, but neither man paid it any attention. Bassanio's eyes were fastened on Antonio's hands and Antonio couldn't look away from the mirror.
"You are beautiful," Antonio murmured, dropping his mouth to Bassanio's shoulder again. He kissed it softly, reverently, then nipped sharply. Bassanio jumped slightly, but pressed further back into Antonio, grinding his backside into the other man's obvious erection.
"Touch me," Bassanio begged and Antonio pressed another sweet kiss to Bassanio's shoulder. Then he watched as he drew his hands across Bassanio's belly, stroking upward to brush his knuckles over ribs, rubbing in slow circles until he finally pinched two nipples between his thumb and forefingers.
Bassanio panted, his breath coming sharp and fast, but he did nothing to urge Antonio faster. Instead, he watched, fascinated as the older man's hands, tanned from the Venetian sun, tweaked sensitive flesh, until he whimpered with the ache it caused in his belly. "More, more, please, good sir. More."
Antonio bit lightly at Bassanio's ear, but he dropped his left hand to cup the bulge between Bassanio's legs. Massaging gently, he pinched Bassanio's right nipple sharply, and Bassanio's hips bucked forward of their own accord. Antonio forced him back again, grinding against him. He kept massaging the younger man's cock, until Bassanio finally whispered, "You will undo me."
"I intend to," Antonio hissed back into Bassanio's ear. He moved his hand away, though, and began to loosen Bassanio's breeches, freeing them eventually, and tugging them down. Dropping to his knees, he tugged Bassanio's shoes free, easing down the breeches and the younger man's hose until he stood completely naked. He pressed a kiss to the sensitive flesh on the rear of Bassanio's upper left thigh, then stood.
Bassanio's face and neck both bore traces of a blush, and his hands skittered nervously at his sides. He searched Antonio's face for signs of approval, sucking in a breath when the older man reached around and began to stroke his already hard erection lightly, his fingers dancing over it.
Bassanio fought to keep his eyes open, wanting both to avoid watching his own undoing even as he could not tear his eyes away. "Antonio, please."
"Patience, Bassanio. You are fair to the eye and I would look my fill of you." The complement echoed in Bassanio's mind and he groaned. "Touch yourself, if you would like," Antonio offered.
Surprise and embarrassment both made Bassanio hesitate, but the mixture of love and lust that shone from Antonio's eyes reflected back at him in the mirror and he slowly reached up to fist himself. Antonio dropped his hands to Bassanio's hips, pulling him back against him and pressing as deep into the younger man's flesh as he could while still restrained by clothing. The sensation of it made Bassanio weak-kneed and he leaned his head back on Antonio's shoulder, his fist moving faster and faster as the other man rutted against him.
Antonio stared at Bassanio's hand, but Bassanio could not look away from the reflection of his friend's face. Love, friendship, lust, anger, hurt, want. He could read them all in equal measures in Antonio's brown eyes.
"I love you, Antonio." The whispered confession pushed Antonio over the edge and he jerked Bassanio back against him hard as he shuddered through his release. For the first time since he had brought Bassanio to stand in front of the mirror, his eyes closed.
Bassanio froze, his breath hitching in gasps in his throat, until Antonio opened his eyes again. "And I you, my friend," he replied, reaching around to wrap his hand over Bassanio's. He began to stroke slowly at first, but it did not take long before Bassanio's orgasm spurted warm over both their fingers.
Bassanio turned, lifting both hands to gently touch Antonio's face, careless of the evidence of their act that still trickled down his arm. "Never doubt me again, Antonio. I do not think I can survive it."
Antonio smiled, but his eyes glistened with a soft sadness. "My promise stands, Bassanio. My heart, my home, my wealth, my soul… take them all and do with them as you wish."
Bassanio did not answer, but slowly, he pressed his lips to Antonio's and closed his eyes.
Author:
wizeficsFandom: Merchant of Venice
Pairing: Bassanio/Antonio
Prompt:
kink_bingo mirrorsRating: Adult
Warnings: Graphic sexual content
Summary:
Disclaimer: I don't own Merchant of Venice, but it's public domain now.
A/N: This is my first time ever writing fanfic for Shakespeare. I have no idea if I managed to do it with any sort of success. Also, I sort of think this pairing may be canon? And not at all healthy. (Explains why I felt the urge to write it!)
Bassanio knew Antonio's moods better than he knew his own. The Merchant's cares set heavy on his shoulders and his wine cup filled repeatedly as the two men sat at Antonio's table. Diner had been cleared away hours before, but as of yet, Antonio made no move. Bassanio sat with him, waiting for his friend to confide in him.
After Antonio finished his fifth goblet of wine, Bassanio caught his wrist as he reached for the pitcher. "Good Antonio, what troubles your heart thus? You seek to lose yourself in spirits; I would offer you solace in a friend."
Antonio's eyes bored into Bassanio's. "Would you indeed, dear Bassanio? Then forsake your desires to find a bride and be content to remain here, friend of my heart."
Bassanio stayed silent, but he did not pull his hand away. Antonio sighed and lifted Bassanio's hand to his mouth. Pressing his lips against it, he murmured, "T'is unfair of me to ask. You are young and your heart beats with the passion of youth."
"Antonio, you break my heart." Bassanio flipped his hand to brush his fingers over Antonio's cheek. "You are more precious to me than you know."
"Yet you would seek another to replace me in your affections." Antonio said flatly, pushing Bassanio's hand away.
"Not to replace you, dearest Antonio; such a feat is impossible. My love for you is inviolate."
A sudden rage gripped Antonio and he stood abruptly, sending his chair clattering backwards. "Leave, then, if you are so determined to go. Be gone from my sight."
Bassanio stood up and stepped towards Antonio. "I would not leave you, Antonio. Peace, I beg of you."
A strange expression crossed Antonio's face. "Do you speak the truth, Bassanio?"
"You know that I do," Bassanio whispered. "I love you dearly; my life without you would be bereft."
Antonio's cheeks, still stained with the flush of wine, grew redder. He licked his lips, eyes still boring into Bassanio's. "Come with me, Bassanio. I would show you a treasure from my latest shipment. I think you will find it as beautiful as I do."
Bassanio's heart beat painfully in his chest, but he obeyed silently. Antonio waited long enough to be sure that Bassanio would follow, then lead the way down the corridor that lead to his bedchamber. Bassanio followed, like a moth to a flame, unable to turn away and risk losing everything.
Antonio pushed open the door and crossed the room, leaving Bassanio lingering in the doorway. He crossed to the wall and stood in front of a cloth that covered something underneath. Without looking, Antonio held out his hand and gestured for Bassanio to come to him.
For a moment, Bassanio hesitated, but then Antonio looked over his shoulder and smiled slightly. "Dear Bassanio, do you have no trust for me? My heart, my home, my life… all yours for the taking."
Bassanio's voice hitched. "What we do is a violation of God's law."
"Aye."
"We damn our souls."
"Aye," Antonio breathed. "Yet, I would risk damnation for you, sweet Bassanio."
Bassanio swallowed and stepped inside, pulling the door in place behind him. He crossed to Antonio, unable to hide the tremors that shook his hands. Antonio stood waiting as each torturous step brought Bassanio closer, until finally he lifted his hands and caught Bassanio's face gently between them. Without a word, he pressed his lips to Bassanio's.
At first, the kiss remained chaste, then Bassanio groaned. His hands came up to Antonio's hips and he pulled the older man closer. Antonio's left hand slid around Bassanio's neck, his fingers trailing under Bassanio's collar. The sensation made Bassanio shiver and he flexed his fingers into Antonio's hips.
Antonio broke the kiss and gently stepped back. "Not yet, sweet Bassanio. First, I would show you my treasure." He tugged Bassanio in front of him, pulling him so that Antonio's backside fit securely against his groin. Reaching out with his left hand, he gently tugged the cloth until it fell free of the object holding it in place. Bassanio gasped.
"A mirror, but a mirror of such clarity I have never seen." Hesitantly, he reached out to brush his fingers over the shiny surface.
Antonio dropped his mouth to Bassanio's neck. "An amalgam of tin and mercury, covered by a plate of flat glass. Do you like it?"
"Very much so," Bassanio whispered, eyes dilating as he watched Antonio's fingers brush through the hair on the side of his neck. Antonio gently nudged Bassanio's head up until they could meet eyes in the mirror. Then, without a word, he began to undress the younger man. His skillful fingers quickly unfastened the jerkin and doublet and he stepped back enough to ease them over Bassanio's shoulders and down his arms.
Carelessly, Antonio threw the clothes behind him onto the bed. Already, the fingers of his other hand tugged at Bassanio's linen shirt. It took him a moment, but he eventually freed the cloth and slipped both hands under it and upward, skimming the flesh on Bassanio's belly before tickling over his ribs.
Bassanio groaned again, working to free the laces at his wrists and neck. Antonio laughed as he yanked the shirt over Bassanio's head. It flew to land on top of the other clothing, but neither man paid it any attention. Bassanio's eyes were fastened on Antonio's hands and Antonio couldn't look away from the mirror.
"You are beautiful," Antonio murmured, dropping his mouth to Bassanio's shoulder again. He kissed it softly, reverently, then nipped sharply. Bassanio jumped slightly, but pressed further back into Antonio, grinding his backside into the other man's obvious erection.
"Touch me," Bassanio begged and Antonio pressed another sweet kiss to Bassanio's shoulder. Then he watched as he drew his hands across Bassanio's belly, stroking upward to brush his knuckles over ribs, rubbing in slow circles until he finally pinched two nipples between his thumb and forefingers.
Bassanio panted, his breath coming sharp and fast, but he did nothing to urge Antonio faster. Instead, he watched, fascinated as the older man's hands, tanned from the Venetian sun, tweaked sensitive flesh, until he whimpered with the ache it caused in his belly. "More, more, please, good sir. More."
Antonio bit lightly at Bassanio's ear, but he dropped his left hand to cup the bulge between Bassanio's legs. Massaging gently, he pinched Bassanio's right nipple sharply, and Bassanio's hips bucked forward of their own accord. Antonio forced him back again, grinding against him. He kept massaging the younger man's cock, until Bassanio finally whispered, "You will undo me."
"I intend to," Antonio hissed back into Bassanio's ear. He moved his hand away, though, and began to loosen Bassanio's breeches, freeing them eventually, and tugging them down. Dropping to his knees, he tugged Bassanio's shoes free, easing down the breeches and the younger man's hose until he stood completely naked. He pressed a kiss to the sensitive flesh on the rear of Bassanio's upper left thigh, then stood.
Bassanio's face and neck both bore traces of a blush, and his hands skittered nervously at his sides. He searched Antonio's face for signs of approval, sucking in a breath when the older man reached around and began to stroke his already hard erection lightly, his fingers dancing over it.
Bassanio fought to keep his eyes open, wanting both to avoid watching his own undoing even as he could not tear his eyes away. "Antonio, please."
"Patience, Bassanio. You are fair to the eye and I would look my fill of you." The complement echoed in Bassanio's mind and he groaned. "Touch yourself, if you would like," Antonio offered.
Surprise and embarrassment both made Bassanio hesitate, but the mixture of love and lust that shone from Antonio's eyes reflected back at him in the mirror and he slowly reached up to fist himself. Antonio dropped his hands to Bassanio's hips, pulling him back against him and pressing as deep into the younger man's flesh as he could while still restrained by clothing. The sensation of it made Bassanio weak-kneed and he leaned his head back on Antonio's shoulder, his fist moving faster and faster as the other man rutted against him.
Antonio stared at Bassanio's hand, but Bassanio could not look away from the reflection of his friend's face. Love, friendship, lust, anger, hurt, want. He could read them all in equal measures in Antonio's brown eyes.
"I love you, Antonio." The whispered confession pushed Antonio over the edge and he jerked Bassanio back against him hard as he shuddered through his release. For the first time since he had brought Bassanio to stand in front of the mirror, his eyes closed.
Bassanio froze, his breath hitching in gasps in his throat, until Antonio opened his eyes again. "And I you, my friend," he replied, reaching around to wrap his hand over Bassanio's. He began to stroke slowly at first, but it did not take long before Bassanio's orgasm spurted warm over both their fingers.
Bassanio turned, lifting both hands to gently touch Antonio's face, careless of the evidence of their act that still trickled down his arm. "Never doubt me again, Antonio. I do not think I can survive it."
Antonio smiled, but his eyes glistened with a soft sadness. "My promise stands, Bassanio. My heart, my home, my wealth, my soul… take them all and do with them as you wish."
Bassanio did not answer, but slowly, he pressed his lips to Antonio's and closed his eyes.
