Its always the quiet ones

It's always the quiet ones

Siroc finds out Jacques secret
NC-17
I do not own YOUNG BLADES or any associated with it. I kind of wish Siroc were mine though

Siroc was suspicious. There was something about Jacques that had been bothering him since he'd met the man. The way he seemed so uncomfortable around women for instance. And how when the enchantress had cast that spell he had not been affected though Dartangnan, Ramon, Captain Balfour, and himself had been. He had mentioned it to Dartangnan and his friend had been very illusive. Whatever the secret was Dartangnan knew. Siroc, being naturally curious needed to know or he would go stark raving mad. So he decided to follow Jacques. One night he followed him to the river. He stayed quietly in the bushes as he watched Jacques get undressed. First the coat, then his boots. Then slowly he lifted his shirt over his head. Siroc's eyes widened as Jacques unwove the cloth wrapped around a pair of very female breasts. Jacques was a woman!
"AH HA!" Siroc shouted leaping from the bushes. "Jacques" gasped and covered her chest with her shirt.
"Siroc," she gasped. "I can explain."
"Oh there's really no need. I think your breasts speak for themselves."
"Please you cannot tell anyone," she begged. Siroc was stuck for a moment. The right thing to do was to turn her in. But this person, male or female had saved his life on many occasions. To turn her in seemed wrong. Also, he couldn't help noticing that "Jacques" was really rather attractive.
"I will keep your secret," Siroc said. "For a price." She looked at him suspiciously.
"You know I've no money," she said.
"I do," Siroc said. "But I'm sure we can work something out." She looked at him sharply. Had it been Dartangnan she would have slapped him. But it was Siroc. She never would have expected this from him, but she had to admit that the idea was rather enticing.
"Agreed," she said.
"Very good," Siroc said. "Dartagnan and Ramon are on patrol this evening. Come to my room about seven, we should not be disturbed."
"Very well," she said.
"Until then, Jacques," he said.
"It's Jacqueline."

Siroc waited patiently in his room as the minutes ticked away. She would be here soon. While he waited he prepared. Candles were lit, wine poured, and his best dressing gown dug out of the closet and pressed. At seven sharp there was a knock on the door. He stood at the window and struck a pose.
"Come in," he said. The door opened and Jacqueline entered, still dressed in her musketeer uniform.
"Good evening, Siroc," she said unable to meet his eye. Siroc came forward and offered her a glass of wine.
"Good evening, Jacqueline," he said. "Have some wine. Perhaps that will relax you a bit." Jacqueline looked up and took the wine.
"Certainly festive, considering you're blackmailing me for sexual favors."
"Just because I'm blackmailing you, there's no reason to be uncivilized about it." Jacqueline drank down the wine quickly.
"Careful," Siroc said taking her cup, "I've no desire to have a drunken woman in my bed." Jacqueline shivered a bit as Siroc's fingers brushed her own.
"Now," Siroc said placing the cups on the table and laying back on the bed. "Let us begin. You can start by removing your jacket." Jacqueline removed her jacket and hung it over the back of a chair.
"Very good," he said. "Now if you would loosen your hair." Jacqueline untied the ribbon that held her hair back and let her long black tresses fall over her shoulders. Without her coat and with her hair down she was starting to look more feminine.
"Next," he said. "Your tunic." He could see her hands shaking as she lifted her tunic revealing her wrapped breasts. He very much wanted to see her breasts but for the moment he was happy to look at her face. He could see fear in her eyes, but also determination. His eyes drifted down the long slender neck to the strong bare shoulders.
"Unwrap them," he said, his voice growing husky. She pulled the end of the cloth loose and slowly unwrapped it. She let the cloth drop to the floor. He could feel his manhood growing hard at the sight of her creamy white breasts. He longed to have his hands on them. To take them in his mouth and suck them, and roll her plump pink nipple round his tongue. But he forced himself to be patient.
"Next your boots," he said. "And the trousers." She sat on the edge of the bed and removed her boots. She then stood up and unfastened her trousers. She stood and let the trousers slide down her hips. Siroc's mouth grew dry as he took in her naked body. She was trim, her belly flat. Her legs were long and he could see the muscles in her thighs. His eyes rested on the thatch of dark hair between her thighs. His manhood twitched as he thought of burying himself deep inside her, those strong thighs wrapped around his waist.
'Patience Siroc,' he ordered himself. 'We don't want this to be over too soon do we.'
"Come here," he said holding out his hand to her. She went to him and allowed him to pull her onto the bed next to him. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist. With one hand he cupped the back of her neck and pulled her face close to his. He kissed her hard and fast, pushing his tongue against her lips forcing them to part. He sucked her tongue into his own mouth. The taste of her was intoxicating. From the low moan he heard from her he got the impression that she was enjoying this almost as much as he was. He kissed his way down her neck until he had one of her breasts in his mouth. Jacqueline threw back her head and moaned as he suck on her. He clasped her other breast in his hand, rubbing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
"Siroc," Jacqueline moaned. "Oh my god, that is so good."
"I haven't even started, my dear," Siroc whispered. "However, I believe there is something that needs attending to." At the question in her eyes he took her hand and slid it inside his robe. He moved her hand down till her fingers were wrapped around his manhood.
"Stroke me," he said into her ear. Jacqueline complied her touch on him light as her fingers moved up and down his length.
"Faster," he practically begged. She stroked him faster and harder until he was certain he were going to burst.
"Wait," he said stopping her hand, though it pained him to do it, he needed to feel her mouth on him. He lay back on the bed and took her face in his hands.
"Your mouth," he said. Jacqueline swallowed hard but nodded. She opened his robe so that he lay open to her. She pushed his legs apart so she could kneel between his thighs. She started at his belly kissing and making wet circles with her tongue. Siroc groaned as she cupped his sac and licked up and down his length. He grasped the bed sheets as she went down on him taking his full manhood into her mouth. She sucked hard and moved her hot wet lips up and down. Siroc gritted his teeth and clutched her hair as he exploded in her mouth. He thought she would pull away but she kept her mouth on him until he was completely spent. He gasped and threw his head back.
"Good God Jacqueline," he gasped. "That was incredible." Jacqueline licked her lips and pushed her hair away from her face.
"Glad to be of service," she said. "So may I go?" Siroc opened his eyes and looked at her. Her face was flushed and her eyes bright.
"Go?" Siroc said. "No no my dear. I have not nearly finished with you tonight." He may have imagined it but he thought he saw a bit of excitement at his words in her face.
"Very well," she said. "What would you have me do next?" Siroc smiled and stood up.
"Lie down," he said. "On your back." He watched as she stretched out and rolled onto her back. For a moment he just stood staring down at her. So soft and creamy. He shrugged out of his robe and knelt before her. He cupped his hands under her knees and spread her legs. He saw her tense but he only stroked her cheek. He took her hands and pinned them above her head. He kissed her soft neck as his hands moved down her body. He took her breast into his mouth as his hands found their way down between her legs.
"Siroc!" she shouted as he slipped one finger inside her. He could feel her juices covering his finger and added another. He moved his fingers around inside her as he kissed his way down her body. He nibbled around her inner thigh eliciting several moans from her. Finally, unable to resist he went down on her plundering her hot wet sex with his tongue.
"Oh God, Siroc!" she moaned her hands grasping the bedsheets. His manhood was throbbing as he heard her scream his name. He lifted his head and grabbed her hands. Their fingers intertwined he pressed them into the pillows. He thrust inside her hard and fast. As her hot wetness surrounded him he gritted his teeth. For a moment he was unable to move. He just took in the feeling of being buried deep inside her. He opened his eyes and stared down at her. Her eyes were lit with passion and desire.
"Wrap your legs around me," he ordered her. He groaned as her felt her soft thighs wrap around his waist. Overcome with lust and desire he began to thrust into her faster and harder.
"Jacqueline!" he screamed her name as he shot his load into her. Her fingers dug hard into his back as he felt her muscles clench around him. Completely spent he collapsed on top of her. For a long time he couldn't move. He just lay buried inside her, his chest crushed against her breasts. He could feel her fingers playing with his hair and stroking the back of his neck.
"Well," Jacqueline whispered. "Will that cover your silence?" He pulled out of her and rolled over onto his side, his hand still on her belly.
"Yes my dear. I consider you paid in full. You're free to go." She looked at him hard.
"What if I don't want to," she said. His response was to kiss her again.

He lay behind her on his side, his arm wrapped around her waist and his fingers playing with her hair as she told him of how she had killed the Cardinal's guard that killed her father and arrested her brother. She told him how she was wanted for murder by the cardinal and how she had become a musketeer to avenge her family. She told him about Dartangnan's discovery of her secret and how he was helping her to keep it.
"He's never tried to use my secret to get me into his bed," she said. "Though I think he's just not smart enough to use that excuse. Of course I would rather hang from the gallows than lie with him for one moment." Siroc kissed her shoulder.
"Yet you came to me without argument," he said. She rolled over onto her back and stroked his face.
"What can I say," she said. "I've always like the smart ones."
"Well, I'm rather fond of the brave ones," he said. "And you're the bravest I've ever known." She smiled and he kissed her again. He rolled onto his back bringing her with him. She smiled wickedly down at him.
"I thought my debt was paid." He smiled up at her.
"This one's on the house," he said. She grinned and leaned down to kiss him. She took him in her hand and positioned him at her entrance. She threw her head back and gasped as she slid down taking him inside her. Siroc grasped her hips pulled her down further over him.
"Oh god Jacqueline," he gasped. "Do you have any idea how good you feel." She gripped his shoulders as she moved back and forth. He groaned as she moved over him. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her waist. He buried his face in her neck as she threw her arms around his. They moved as one until neither of them could hold out any longer and then they screamed their release at the same time. They lay wrapped up in each other, neither one willing to move.
"Stay," he begged her.
"Yes," she said.


"Ah good morning Dartangnan," Ramon greeted his friend.
"Good morning Ramon. Have you seen Siroc this morning?"
"No," Ramon said. "I was just about to go and wake him." They went to Siroc's room and knockd on the door. There was no answer.
"Hmm, that's funny," Dartagnan said. "He's usually quite a light sleeper." They leaned close to Siroc's door and listened. They could hear the sound of a squeaking bed, and heavy panting.
"Siroc!" a woman's voice cried out. The two musketeers looked at each other.
"Well what do you know," Ramon said.
"It's always the quiet ones," Dartangnan said.