Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Anyone You Want ❯ This? ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
Love isn't always easy...sex either, but you gotta learn sometime.
Gateau/Marron
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.05.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 758 | Status: Completed
Love isn't always easy...sex either, but you gotta learn sometime.
Gateau/Marron
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.05.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 758 | Status: Completed
Notes: Every once in a while I realize Marron is just sixteen. Though I’m more prone to bits of impossible lemony fancy, this one has a hit (Subaru-san: A hint? A hint?!) of realism.
Anyone You Want
Marron fought against the blush he knew was coming. He watched intently, not allowing himself to turn away as Gateau removed the very last of his clothing, playfully tossing the briefs across the room. He stood with his back to the mage, no shame evident as he flexed a bicep and looked over his shoulder with a grin. He took a seat on the bed, picking up the unfamiliar alarm clock to mess with the little dials and switches. Marron remained frozen in the center of the room, hands clutched in front on him and a lump caught in his throat. He looked without looking.
Gateau finally glanced at him again. He smiled, opening his arms in a familiar gesture, a safe motion that Marron knew. Approaching, he let the naked man hug him. Because Gateau was sitting, Marron was a little taller than he, looking over his shoulder and wondering if the blinds were closed tight enough. Not quite content with his tense demeanor, Gateau made a move. With an easy motion of his foot, he tripped the mage and, half-lifting, landed both of them back on the mattress. Marron blushed in full when he found himself atop the other, scrambling off to sit beside him.
Gateau laughed.
"Marron," he smiled, patting the bed. Cautiously Marron laid back down, on his side, watching him suspiciously now. "Nervous?" Gateau had a hold of his hand now.
"No," his voice was steady, but he knew he was lying. Did Gateau know?
Laying on his back, head turned toward the mage, Gateau guided his hand. He rested it first on his stomach, then pushed a little lower. Marron's lips pressed tight as his appendage was shifted yet again, this time to lay against Gateau's growing erection. For a moment it lay there, palm down, with only the back of his hand touching the warm column of flesh that nested in the rough patch of blond hair. But the blue eyes were asking so hard that he had to move. Without looking, he took a loose hold on it. It was soft. He wasn't sure why it surprised him, or why he jumped when Gateau made a quiet moan of pleasure.
He fumbled it a bit, trying to get the motion right. Gateau didn't seem to mind. Spurred on by the other's encouraging sounds, he moved a little quicker, hand almost steady as it moved up and down the impressive length. It felt big. Curious, he tired to look, but couldn't see lying so close. And then Gateau's eyes were open again. Feeling repetitive in his movement, Marron gathered his courage and then sat up.
"Marron?"
He silenced Gateau with a little kiss, a gesture the older man often used on him. It worked. The blond smiled, closed his eyes, and apparently willed his boyfriend to do as he would. And Marron looked at it. It /was/ big, more than twice the length of his hand. Suddenly Marron wondered if his was small, but dismissed the adolescent contemplation quickly, deciding that it was big because Gateau was big. Gently he ran his fingers up the side, around the lighter tip, and then over it. Gateau gasped.
Yes, of course, that's how it worked. He knew that. Why did it seem strange?
Out of curiosity more than anything, Marron leaned forward and ran his tongue over the tip.
"Yes!"
And again with the same response. He sat back. Gateau seemed expectant. Marron's teeth caught his lower lip; the lump was back in his throat. He tried putting his hand on the other side of Gateau, but couldn't find his balance on the mattress. Sliding from the bed, he knelt between the blonde's spread legs, one hand resting on his thigh, the other holding the base of the man's erection.
He used his tongue again, this time running up the side and back down, across one of Gateau's balls, and back again. It was his world then, all he could see, feel, as he took the tip into his mouth. His whole head moving, he worked the top of the shaft in and out of his slowly, making up with his hand what he could not reach. He felt the shift in position as Gateau sat up to watch him, but could not look up.
And then Gateau was moving by himself, holding Marron's head and pushing his hips in and out. Marron tried to keep up, trying to move himself so as to keep from choking. He almost gagged at one overzealous movement, but soon caught his breath and went to it again. The older man moaned, a low, throaty sound, and mumbled something that Marron missed.
Suddenly his mouth was too full with something foreign. He tried to swallow as it shot down his throat, pulling back from reflex. His body seemed to revolt at the strangeness and he pulled himself to his feet. Big hands were tangled in his hair and he had to pull free of them. Gateau watched, eyes worried but half-lidded. Somehow the mage managed a tight-lipped smile, enough to set his contented lover at ease, before he slipped quickly from the room.
The bathroom door was open. Dropping to his knees, he wretched into the toilet. Finally able to lift his head, he took a few shallow breaths.
"Okay?" The voice was concerned. He shook his head, finding the motion too much, as Tira crouched beside him. Gentle hands pushed back his hair, picking a few damp strands from his face. She wiped his mouth with a piece of tissue, and he wondered if she noticed the white that came from the corner. Tira was perceptive that way.
He could only turn away. Hands pressing against the cool side of the tub, breath coming back to him, he told her he was fine, just something...he didn't finish it and she didn't ask him to.
"You know," she watched him search for his toothbrush in the cabinet, "you could have anyone you want."
It hadn't been that long ago that she had found out. The whole thing had been a traumatic debacle, at least to Marron. Though what she had walked in on had been little more than a passionate kiss, the mage had been mortified, and Tira had been none to comfortable herself. Marron didn't want to think about it. He made quick work of shoving the toothbrush into his mouth so he wouldn't have to answer. She sighed and shook her head as she leaned against the doorframe and looked over the edge of her glasses. She staid there until he walked past.
"Are you happy?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered, though he didn't turn back to her. The bedroom door felt heavy against his hand.
Gateau was mostly asleep, sprawled across the white sheets. On his side, he had one arm around a pillow and one leg bent up. He was handsome. Marron couldn't help but smile. Leaving his shoes beside the bed, the younger man laid down close to the edge of the mattress but was soon caught by a muscular arm and dragged closer.
"You alright?" Gateau asked. Marron was thankful the blond hadn't followed him, because he knew now the other had known where he was going. He assured him with kiss to the shoulder that was close to his lips.
"You know what..."
"What?" his voice was attentive, though he for all visual accounts could be called asleep.
"I think I love you."
Gateau's arms were momentarily tighter around him, and that was enough.
~end~
Where'd that come from? It was just kinda laying around my head like a deadbeat renter, so I evicted it. Now it’s here...good luck getting it to go away... Reviews? Please?
Anyone You Want
Marron fought against the blush he knew was coming. He watched intently, not allowing himself to turn away as Gateau removed the very last of his clothing, playfully tossing the briefs across the room. He stood with his back to the mage, no shame evident as he flexed a bicep and looked over his shoulder with a grin. He took a seat on the bed, picking up the unfamiliar alarm clock to mess with the little dials and switches. Marron remained frozen in the center of the room, hands clutched in front on him and a lump caught in his throat. He looked without looking.
Gateau finally glanced at him again. He smiled, opening his arms in a familiar gesture, a safe motion that Marron knew. Approaching, he let the naked man hug him. Because Gateau was sitting, Marron was a little taller than he, looking over his shoulder and wondering if the blinds were closed tight enough. Not quite content with his tense demeanor, Gateau made a move. With an easy motion of his foot, he tripped the mage and, half-lifting, landed both of them back on the mattress. Marron blushed in full when he found himself atop the other, scrambling off to sit beside him.
Gateau laughed.
"Marron," he smiled, patting the bed. Cautiously Marron laid back down, on his side, watching him suspiciously now. "Nervous?" Gateau had a hold of his hand now.
"No," his voice was steady, but he knew he was lying. Did Gateau know?
Laying on his back, head turned toward the mage, Gateau guided his hand. He rested it first on his stomach, then pushed a little lower. Marron's lips pressed tight as his appendage was shifted yet again, this time to lay against Gateau's growing erection. For a moment it lay there, palm down, with only the back of his hand touching the warm column of flesh that nested in the rough patch of blond hair. But the blue eyes were asking so hard that he had to move. Without looking, he took a loose hold on it. It was soft. He wasn't sure why it surprised him, or why he jumped when Gateau made a quiet moan of pleasure.
He fumbled it a bit, trying to get the motion right. Gateau didn't seem to mind. Spurred on by the other's encouraging sounds, he moved a little quicker, hand almost steady as it moved up and down the impressive length. It felt big. Curious, he tired to look, but couldn't see lying so close. And then Gateau's eyes were open again. Feeling repetitive in his movement, Marron gathered his courage and then sat up.
"Marron?"
He silenced Gateau with a little kiss, a gesture the older man often used on him. It worked. The blond smiled, closed his eyes, and apparently willed his boyfriend to do as he would. And Marron looked at it. It /was/ big, more than twice the length of his hand. Suddenly Marron wondered if his was small, but dismissed the adolescent contemplation quickly, deciding that it was big because Gateau was big. Gently he ran his fingers up the side, around the lighter tip, and then over it. Gateau gasped.
Yes, of course, that's how it worked. He knew that. Why did it seem strange?
Out of curiosity more than anything, Marron leaned forward and ran his tongue over the tip.
"Yes!"
And again with the same response. He sat back. Gateau seemed expectant. Marron's teeth caught his lower lip; the lump was back in his throat. He tried putting his hand on the other side of Gateau, but couldn't find his balance on the mattress. Sliding from the bed, he knelt between the blonde's spread legs, one hand resting on his thigh, the other holding the base of the man's erection.
He used his tongue again, this time running up the side and back down, across one of Gateau's balls, and back again. It was his world then, all he could see, feel, as he took the tip into his mouth. His whole head moving, he worked the top of the shaft in and out of his slowly, making up with his hand what he could not reach. He felt the shift in position as Gateau sat up to watch him, but could not look up.
And then Gateau was moving by himself, holding Marron's head and pushing his hips in and out. Marron tried to keep up, trying to move himself so as to keep from choking. He almost gagged at one overzealous movement, but soon caught his breath and went to it again. The older man moaned, a low, throaty sound, and mumbled something that Marron missed.
Suddenly his mouth was too full with something foreign. He tried to swallow as it shot down his throat, pulling back from reflex. His body seemed to revolt at the strangeness and he pulled himself to his feet. Big hands were tangled in his hair and he had to pull free of them. Gateau watched, eyes worried but half-lidded. Somehow the mage managed a tight-lipped smile, enough to set his contented lover at ease, before he slipped quickly from the room.
The bathroom door was open. Dropping to his knees, he wretched into the toilet. Finally able to lift his head, he took a few shallow breaths.
"Okay?" The voice was concerned. He shook his head, finding the motion too much, as Tira crouched beside him. Gentle hands pushed back his hair, picking a few damp strands from his face. She wiped his mouth with a piece of tissue, and he wondered if she noticed the white that came from the corner. Tira was perceptive that way.
He could only turn away. Hands pressing against the cool side of the tub, breath coming back to him, he told her he was fine, just something...he didn't finish it and she didn't ask him to.
"You know," she watched him search for his toothbrush in the cabinet, "you could have anyone you want."
It hadn't been that long ago that she had found out. The whole thing had been a traumatic debacle, at least to Marron. Though what she had walked in on had been little more than a passionate kiss, the mage had been mortified, and Tira had been none to comfortable herself. Marron didn't want to think about it. He made quick work of shoving the toothbrush into his mouth so he wouldn't have to answer. She sighed and shook her head as she leaned against the doorframe and looked over the edge of her glasses. She staid there until he walked past.
"Are you happy?" she asked.
"Yes," he answered, though he didn't turn back to her. The bedroom door felt heavy against his hand.
Gateau was mostly asleep, sprawled across the white sheets. On his side, he had one arm around a pillow and one leg bent up. He was handsome. Marron couldn't help but smile. Leaving his shoes beside the bed, the younger man laid down close to the edge of the mattress but was soon caught by a muscular arm and dragged closer.
"You alright?" Gateau asked. Marron was thankful the blond hadn't followed him, because he knew now the other had known where he was going. He assured him with kiss to the shoulder that was close to his lips.
"You know what..."
"What?" his voice was attentive, though he for all visual accounts could be called asleep.
"I think I love you."
Gateau's arms were momentarily tighter around him, and that was enough.
~end~
Where'd that come from? It was just kinda laying around my head like a deadbeat renter, so I evicted it. Now it’s here...good luck getting it to go away... Reviews? Please?