Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Bound ❯ Confusion ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
My usual Gateau/Marron with a slight non-con twist.
NC-17
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.17.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 710 | Status: Completed
My usual Gateau/Marron with a slight non-con twist.
NC-17
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.17.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 710 | Status: Completed
you really think they would let me own Sorcerer Hunters? No. I tried, believe me. They said that my dark muse, the Evil Hentai Slug, was a bad influence on the characters.
Warnings (oh my gods, I'm actually listing warnings!): NC-17, OOC, and a bit of non-con.
Bound
Marron's body ached, not just his arms, extended above his head and caught by metal bands that bit into his wrists, sending thin lines of blood creeping down the pallid skin with each of his struggles, but everything. The sorcerer had been prepared, too prepared, Marron thought, to face another magic user and, with a complicated ambush, had managed to capture him. After a fruitless interrogation, resulting only in the bruising of Marron, he had been installed in the back corner of the basement dungeon. Sitting on the chilled stone floor, he once again tried to shift his weight and pull on the cuffs, but his waning strength could not afford it, and he collapsed again with his back against the wall.
Time passed strangely when a person was in a dim room. People had come to check on him, four or five of them, a few giving hits with various staffs and hands, and the nameless guard around the corner had been replaced ten or eleven times. After the first one's too-close taunts had earned him a kick in the most painful of places, the others had kept their distance. Hands bound from magic or not, Marron was still a difficult captive.
But now, he felt himself growing weaker, and it concerned him. He tried to summon thoughts of his brother, his purpose, but the dry feeling of his mouth and lips, the tired drag of mind and soul, the pain, after several days it even dulled the thoughts. Escape had proved unsuccessful, obviously, and he had wasted most of his tricks on it, and gotten himself searched in the process. The others would come, though, Marron did not doubt it. His brother would save him; Gateau would save him.
His eyes drifted close; he forced them back open.
A sudden thud tried to alert his senses. From around the corner he could see the protruding hand of the guard on the floor. There was a slight turning at the corner of Marron's lips which might have been a smile. His eyes closed.
"Marron! Marron!" A big hand was on his shoulder, shaking roughly.
"Gateau?"
"Look at me," he demanded. Marron tried, half-open eyes not quite able to focus. "You okay?"
Was it a laugh that escaped him, or just relief?
"God I'm glad to see you," Gateau, kneeling, wrapped himself around the mage. Before Marron could request the breaking of the chains, lips were pressed against his own, a tongue running over the dry cracks and into his mouth. Gateau was too close, too warm.
"So glad," he repeated, shifting his kissed to Marron's neck. The mage's robe's had been undone in the search and hung loose around his shoulders, exposing his neck and chest. Gateau was licking and biting, just a little, trying to make a new mark after so many others had made theirs. His hands worked up and down Marron's sides, spreading the cheongsam further apart, off one shoulder.
Then he pulled back, and Marron thought it was over. But he was merely readjusting, dropping his bag from his shoulder, sliding from the side and in-between Marron's long legs. He talked as he did so.
"You had us worried sick, you know. We waited a whole day, waiting for you to bring back the layout of the place. Carrot staid up all night, watching the damn door like it would bring you back."
So it had only been two days, he thought. Gateau was pulling off his pants, but Marron's mind was still concerned with the time frame.
"Two days?"
"Huh? No, man, I wish," he discarded the ripped white material, hands running along Marron's exposed thighs. "The guy sent some people after us; he had this whole system, I guess, lots of lackeys. And then that damn magic forest. We didn't have you remember, with that card thing that tells you which way out. It was four days before we even made it here."
"Oh."
Gateau was pressed up against him, kissing again, but rubbing his jean-clad hardon against Marron's leg. He tried to twist away, but the handcuffs made it wrong, and he only managed to get closer.
"Gateau..." What were the words?
"Shh, I know." He sat back and undid the snap of his pants, not taking them off, just pushing them down around his hips. His cock, big and hard and expectant, came free. Spitting into his hand, Gateau wet it meagerly. Taking hold of Marron's hips, he shifted him forward, his legs across the blonde's thighs, Gateau's own legs were tucked beneath him. The new weight on his bonds made Marron grimace, but Gateau wasn't watching. Leaning close, he whispered in Marron's ear as he positioned himself.
"So worried," he said, the tip of his erection spreading Marron's entrance. Marron wanted to grab him round the neck, to hold on, maybe even to push him away, but he was caught, and the words wouldn't come. His own organ lay flaccid between them as Gateau moved closer, pressing his own all the way inside.
The rhythm he set was instantly fast and desperate, plunging himself into the tight cavity that made him able to forget. Marron's head collapsed back against the wall, the stinging burn just another pain in the list. Gateau's hands lifted his legs a little, trying a familiar tactic, trying to make it better, but it wasn't any use.
"Please," Marron finally begged, please let it be over. All of it.
Gateau, his own eyes closed tight, pushing Marron's legs farther up, rising up on his own knees and leaning over the mage, worked faster. All the worry and the guilt and the need poured into his cock as it jammed again and again into Marron. He felt climax nearing, suddenly missed the arms that weren't around his neck, the legs that didn't grip his waist, the eyes that didn't meet his own. But it was too late, and even with new concern falling around him, Gateau slipped over the edge of orgasm and forgot everything.
The blonde's weight was heavy against him, but Marron didn't have the strength to pull away from it. For hours, days, he had been asking the heavens for his friends, his brother, even this man, but what did he want now. Even Carrot would only make the situation worse, but he didn't want to be alone again. His mind was confused, and, if he hadn't been so tired, he might have cried.
Gateau stirred, dragging his soft member from Marron's body and pulling away. He laid Marron's legs down, gently, before he tucked himself back into his pants. Without a word, he reclothed Marron as well, sliding on his pants, fastening the clasps on his robe; one of them was broken. He knelt by Marron's side. Once more he kissed dry lips. Then, reaching up, he grabbed the chains by which the cuffs were suspended and, with one hard jerk, broke them. Marron collapsed into his arms.
The mage lay like dead weight against his chest, but his arms reached up to grab Gateau around the neck and hold, if not tightly, then desperately.
Hurt filled Gateau's face as he hid it in Marron's hair.
"I'm sorry," he said, "so sorry, Marron. Everything..."
Marron couldn't comfort, he couldn't move. He didn't try to understand the words. All he knew was the Gateau was here, Gateau was holding him, was going to save him, and that it didn't hurt so bad anymore.
~end~
I don't know! I don't know what this is... I wrote it in less than an hour. You see, I was writing papers for finals, and my desktop has a picture of a pretty man in handcuffs (Aya, actually), and, well-- suddenly bolts from the room
Evil Hentai Slug: Yes, yes, all is going according to my plan. Soon I shall rule the world with senseless porn for all! Bwa-ha-ha!
Warnings (oh my gods, I'm actually listing warnings!): NC-17, OOC, and a bit of non-con.
Bound
Marron's body ached, not just his arms, extended above his head and caught by metal bands that bit into his wrists, sending thin lines of blood creeping down the pallid skin with each of his struggles, but everything. The sorcerer had been prepared, too prepared, Marron thought, to face another magic user and, with a complicated ambush, had managed to capture him. After a fruitless interrogation, resulting only in the bruising of Marron, he had been installed in the back corner of the basement dungeon. Sitting on the chilled stone floor, he once again tried to shift his weight and pull on the cuffs, but his waning strength could not afford it, and he collapsed again with his back against the wall.
Time passed strangely when a person was in a dim room. People had come to check on him, four or five of them, a few giving hits with various staffs and hands, and the nameless guard around the corner had been replaced ten or eleven times. After the first one's too-close taunts had earned him a kick in the most painful of places, the others had kept their distance. Hands bound from magic or not, Marron was still a difficult captive.
But now, he felt himself growing weaker, and it concerned him. He tried to summon thoughts of his brother, his purpose, but the dry feeling of his mouth and lips, the tired drag of mind and soul, the pain, after several days it even dulled the thoughts. Escape had proved unsuccessful, obviously, and he had wasted most of his tricks on it, and gotten himself searched in the process. The others would come, though, Marron did not doubt it. His brother would save him; Gateau would save him.
His eyes drifted close; he forced them back open.
A sudden thud tried to alert his senses. From around the corner he could see the protruding hand of the guard on the floor. There was a slight turning at the corner of Marron's lips which might have been a smile. His eyes closed.
"Marron! Marron!" A big hand was on his shoulder, shaking roughly.
"Gateau?"
"Look at me," he demanded. Marron tried, half-open eyes not quite able to focus. "You okay?"
Was it a laugh that escaped him, or just relief?
"God I'm glad to see you," Gateau, kneeling, wrapped himself around the mage. Before Marron could request the breaking of the chains, lips were pressed against his own, a tongue running over the dry cracks and into his mouth. Gateau was too close, too warm.
"So glad," he repeated, shifting his kissed to Marron's neck. The mage's robe's had been undone in the search and hung loose around his shoulders, exposing his neck and chest. Gateau was licking and biting, just a little, trying to make a new mark after so many others had made theirs. His hands worked up and down Marron's sides, spreading the cheongsam further apart, off one shoulder.
Then he pulled back, and Marron thought it was over. But he was merely readjusting, dropping his bag from his shoulder, sliding from the side and in-between Marron's long legs. He talked as he did so.
"You had us worried sick, you know. We waited a whole day, waiting for you to bring back the layout of the place. Carrot staid up all night, watching the damn door like it would bring you back."
So it had only been two days, he thought. Gateau was pulling off his pants, but Marron's mind was still concerned with the time frame.
"Two days?"
"Huh? No, man, I wish," he discarded the ripped white material, hands running along Marron's exposed thighs. "The guy sent some people after us; he had this whole system, I guess, lots of lackeys. And then that damn magic forest. We didn't have you remember, with that card thing that tells you which way out. It was four days before we even made it here."
"Oh."
Gateau was pressed up against him, kissing again, but rubbing his jean-clad hardon against Marron's leg. He tried to twist away, but the handcuffs made it wrong, and he only managed to get closer.
"Gateau..." What were the words?
"Shh, I know." He sat back and undid the snap of his pants, not taking them off, just pushing them down around his hips. His cock, big and hard and expectant, came free. Spitting into his hand, Gateau wet it meagerly. Taking hold of Marron's hips, he shifted him forward, his legs across the blonde's thighs, Gateau's own legs were tucked beneath him. The new weight on his bonds made Marron grimace, but Gateau wasn't watching. Leaning close, he whispered in Marron's ear as he positioned himself.
"So worried," he said, the tip of his erection spreading Marron's entrance. Marron wanted to grab him round the neck, to hold on, maybe even to push him away, but he was caught, and the words wouldn't come. His own organ lay flaccid between them as Gateau moved closer, pressing his own all the way inside.
The rhythm he set was instantly fast and desperate, plunging himself into the tight cavity that made him able to forget. Marron's head collapsed back against the wall, the stinging burn just another pain in the list. Gateau's hands lifted his legs a little, trying a familiar tactic, trying to make it better, but it wasn't any use.
"Please," Marron finally begged, please let it be over. All of it.
Gateau, his own eyes closed tight, pushing Marron's legs farther up, rising up on his own knees and leaning over the mage, worked faster. All the worry and the guilt and the need poured into his cock as it jammed again and again into Marron. He felt climax nearing, suddenly missed the arms that weren't around his neck, the legs that didn't grip his waist, the eyes that didn't meet his own. But it was too late, and even with new concern falling around him, Gateau slipped over the edge of orgasm and forgot everything.
The blonde's weight was heavy against him, but Marron didn't have the strength to pull away from it. For hours, days, he had been asking the heavens for his friends, his brother, even this man, but what did he want now. Even Carrot would only make the situation worse, but he didn't want to be alone again. His mind was confused, and, if he hadn't been so tired, he might have cried.
Gateau stirred, dragging his soft member from Marron's body and pulling away. He laid Marron's legs down, gently, before he tucked himself back into his pants. Without a word, he reclothed Marron as well, sliding on his pants, fastening the clasps on his robe; one of them was broken. He knelt by Marron's side. Once more he kissed dry lips. Then, reaching up, he grabbed the chains by which the cuffs were suspended and, with one hard jerk, broke them. Marron collapsed into his arms.
The mage lay like dead weight against his chest, but his arms reached up to grab Gateau around the neck and hold, if not tightly, then desperately.
Hurt filled Gateau's face as he hid it in Marron's hair.
"I'm sorry," he said, "so sorry, Marron. Everything..."
Marron couldn't comfort, he couldn't move. He didn't try to understand the words. All he knew was the Gateau was here, Gateau was holding him, was going to save him, and that it didn't hurt so bad anymore.
~end~
I don't know! I don't know what this is... I wrote it in less than an hour. You see, I was writing papers for finals, and my desktop has a picture of a pretty man in handcuffs (Aya, actually), and, well-- suddenly bolts from the room
Evil Hentai Slug: Yes, yes, all is going according to my plan. Soon I shall rule the world with senseless porn for all! Bwa-ha-ha!