Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Breakfast and Other Stories ❯ Conversation ( Chapter 2 )

This story has implied incest and slash. If these offend you then immediately stop reading. Comments and criticisms are welcome. However, flames will be removed. This is a one shot story, and as such it should not be taken seriously. In addition, this is a PWP. With that to consider, this has no point. None. Don't look for any or you will be disappointed. This in no way represents the quality of work I normally submit. This was written for no real purpose, just enjoyment.

Rating: PG-13

Conversation

Soft veils of steam rose from the warm water and floated into the inky darkness of the arching sky. With a gentle rhythm the small water-ripples brushed against the rocky ledge enclosing them. The unintrusive and sensual scent of juniper and sandalwood hovered to tease the olfactory sense.

"Beautiful," the blonde murmured, and then grinned when his comment evoked a scowl from his companion. "This spring," Gateau Mocha clarified.

"Sure," was all Marron Glace said, brushing back damp strands of black hair.

"So where's that unbeautiful brother of yours?"

"He's coming." The younger boy reclined against the stone ledge, though every now and then he cast a glance towards the bathhouse doors.

"I can't believe it." Gateau watched the black-haired boy with open attraction.

"What?"

"That…you know."

"Ah."

"Yeah." A silence thick and awkward enveloped them like the caressing steam. The two companions avoided each other's eyes, even as they searched for a way to salvage the flagging conversation.

"What do you think?" Marron finally queried. "Are you disgusted?" The blonde smiled sheepishly and scratched his head.

"No. Maybe at first. But hey, love conquers all, right?" A dreamy smile curved Marron's lips and his dark eyes became unfocused. "So…how are the girls taking it? It must've been a shock! Did Carrot survive intact?" The younger boy blushed slightly at his friend's innuendo, but answered candidly.

"Chocolate has taken it the best, surprisingly. Now that she's over the whole 'kill Carrot' thing, she's been quite supportive." Marron frowned slightly. "Tira…she isn't handling this…situation so well. I think she is in denial right now. I'm worried about her."

"Chocolate, huh? Never thought she'd let the poor idiot go without more of a fight, or beating. Tira on the other hand…I kinda figured she'd be the one who'd be happy for you two." The younger boy sighed softly and turned his gaze toward the sky.

"And you?"

"Like I said, I don't mind, not very much. I still think we should've slept together first." Gateau winked flirtatiously as the other cut him a wry glance. "We still could, if you want…"

"No thank you." The older boy shrugged and leaned against the rocky ledge.

"So…is he good?"

"What?" Marron cried in surprise.

"Don't act so innocent. How is he?"

"I am not going to talk about that, Gateau. That's private."

"C'mon! At least give me some details, something to work with."

"What for?"

"I've always been curious…"

Marron delicately arched an eyebrow and regarded his companion with disbelief and amusement. "I thought you only liked 'beautiful' things."

"True. But he's always so…active. I have to wonder if that extends to other places. So?" The black-haired boy shook his head.

"I am happy." Gateau snorted and rolled his eyes.

"You are very good at evading questions without lying."

"I never could lie well," the boy admitted ruefully.

"No details then?"

"No."

"Damn." Marron chuckled softly, stirring the water idly with one hand.

"Besides, I will not let anyone else have him." He said it with a smile, but something darker shimmered in his eyes.

"Destined to be together?" Gateau queried, shrugging of the other's odd intensity.

"Perhaps."

"I see. I never had a chance, did I?"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You two were always close, always connected somehow. I can't begrudge you this. If you're happy, then I won't push it…too much. I still think-"

"Of course, but no," Marron interjected quickly.

"It was worth a try."

The younger boy laughed, flicking water playfully across the spring. Gateau was about to return the favor when the sliding partition of the bathhouse moved. A slightly intoxicated Carrot Glace stumbled out, his modesty preserved by a rather threadbare towel.

"Niisan…" the younger Glace sighed.

"He hasn't changed at all," Gateau commented dryly.

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For all of you who wanted a more lemony version of Breakfast, it has been posted at mediaminer.org