Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Cherry Cola ❯ Dance Lessons ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

They won’t let me have Sorcerer Hunters, not after that whole incident with the carrot...


Cherry Cola



The music was loud enough that the girl had to shout a little to be heard over it.

"Won't you dance with me?" she asked. He felt the warm press of her breasts against his arm as she stepped closer. He sat his glass down on the bar before she spilt it.

"No," he stepped back, "thank you."

She looked surprised, and hurt, and was probably drunk enough that the tears in her eyes were real. But a pretty girl like her would find someone quick enough.

"Don't you dance, Marron-san?"

He shook his head as he turned away. Making his way through the crowd, Marron found the back door and slipped outside. The cool night air instantly surrounded him in the pleasant quiet. He took a breath and leaned against the wood side of the building.

No, he thought, he did not dance.

The door opened again, and Marron expected a smoker. What he saw instead was Gateau. The blond shook his head as if to clear the noise from it and stretched his arms above his head, looking around as if he had come out just to enjoy the scenery. But really they both knew better.

The defeat of the major sorcerer had been preceded by a three week division of the hunters to defeat his lackeys, Marron with his brother and Tira, Gateau with Chocolate. And meeting on the battlefield, they hardly managed two words before the sorcerer attacked, and afterwards were swept off by the relieved townspeople to celebrate.

"Hey," Gateau said, as if meeting him by coincidence in the alley.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Isn't that my line?" he laughed, coming over to stand in front of Marron. "Saw you talkin' to that hot broad, thought you might have skipped out on me."

That earned him a smile. Marron wasn't exactly one to run off to have sex with random girls, or Gateau for that matter. Still. With one hand resting on the boy's cheek, Gateau turned his head a little, leaning down so that their lips met. The warm brush softened into a meeting of tongues. Gateau's hands slipped down and around his waist, thin beneath the folds of white satin. He held on tightly as he explored Marron's mouth with his tongue, tasting hints of cherry cola and something more familiar. That was what he wanted, the tea and spice and not any of those thing, but close, taste that was always there. Only the need to breath drove him from it.

"Missed you," he managed in the time between the kisses. Marron had no chance to reply, his lips caught again by Gateau. Arms tucked under the blonde's, he held tight to the back of Gateau's shirt, his body relaxing into the other man's. But a subtle shift of weight threatened his balance, and he had to pull back. The unexpected misstep was enough to bring a color to his cheeks, but Gateau didn't seem to mind.

"Collar," he said, not trying to undo it himself. Normally one to object to such a move, Marron found his hands eager to comply before he thought it through. When the first clasp was undone, Gateau's hand pushed aside the collar. Leaning down, he kissed the pale column of Marron's neck, finding the spot, just there, and sucking at it. He felt the mage tense in his arms, hands grasping at his arms. He bit down and got the familiar catch of breath that went strait to the pit of his desire.

Unable to resist, he pressed Marron firmly against the wall and took his lips. Apparently as for it as he was, Marron did not try to resist, sliding his own tongue into Gateau's mouths. One arm was wrapped around the taller man's neck, the other pulling at his shirt as he was released to breath.

"What?" Gateau questioned, seeing Marron's gaze not exactly on him.

"I wish you could take your shirt off."

Gateau's eyes lit. Not that he didn't have his clothing off on a daily basis, but not by request.

"You want me to get arrested for indecent exposure?" He smiled, knowing it was a stretch. Seeing the flight in Marron's eyes, he backed off before the moment was ruined. Embarrassment and desire didn't mix well, and with Marron it was easy as hell to push one into the other. "Kidding. Let's go back to the inn."

"Gateau, I don't..."

"I know," he soothed, taking Marron by the hand. He had reconciled months ago that the mage would not jump into bed with him and did not expect it to happen in one night. Things didn't work that way with Marron. They'd shared their first kiss three months ago, maybe Marron's first first, but Gateau wasn't sure. The boy was shy, but not cold. No, not cold at all. At sixteen he was curious, just like normal boys, and Gateau was trying his damndest to help him explore his sexuality without scaring the hell out of him. So far, so good.

Now Marron was trying to fix his collar with one hand.

"Leave it. It's just over there."

He did. They walked close, shoulders brushing, hands almost hidden between them. The streets were quiet, all the noise concentrated in the tavern they had just left. At the inn door, Gateau paused. Bringing Marron's hand to his lips, he kissed it. Marron's eyes closed briefly. It was the little things...

The door swung open with a creak. The front desk was empty when they passed it, but a fire burned bright in the common room. There they seated themselves on the couch; it was burgundy hued and Gateau thought it went well with Marron's coloring. Marron thought he really ought to fasten his collar.

Side by side, Gateau draped an arm behind Marron. Easily he drew them together for another kiss, capturing the moment lost by their walk. Soon they were pressed close, Gateau leaning over Marron, his arms around the boy, and their breaths short. Happy with the swollen lips and mussed hair he had brought about, Gateau pulled back. Shedding his vest, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto the floor.

He sat still, facing Marron, as the boy moved forward. It was like bird watching. Then soft pads of finger tips ran over his side, over the ridges of his muscles. Up, across his stomach (so hard not to laugh) and up to his pecs, slow, admiring touches, intent dark eyes. Over his shoulder, down his arm, white against his bronze skin. The touch trailed over his fingers and was gone.

"I think..." Marron swallowed, his gaze fled to the floor.

"Hm?" a gentle insistence.

"I think you're," and the eyes came back up in the pause, to assure his honesty, "very handsome."

"Thanks!" Gateau flexed his bicep, smiling widely. "Now, your turn."

A twitch of surprise, the slight jerking of his head.

"Fair's fair."

"Gateau," again with the head shaking, "I don't look good with my shirt off like you do."

Gateau really wasn't sure what to make of that. It seemed sincere, but by gods he wanted that shirt, uh, robe off. Less clothes the better, right?

"Don't care," was what he managed, reaching for Marron, but the boy drew back. He realized too late that it was a bad tactic. "Please."

There was a slight press of lips, and Marron's eyes rested on the floor, but he reached to undo the other clasps. One by one they fell open. When the last was unfastened, Gateau reached out to him. He slipped his hands inside the cloth, feeling the powder-softness of skin, before sliding the cheongsam off Marron's shoulders. The robe puddled around his waist, revealing the pale expanse of Marron's hairless chest. Though he wasn't muscled like Gateau, there was a tone to his arms and abdomen and no hint of excess anywhere.

"God," was all Gateau could articulate before he was once more upon him. He had to feel it all, big hands, rougher than he would have liked, running over the mage's back as he traced little circles with his tongue down the boy's chest. Marron shuddered in his arms as he flicked his tongue over one pink nipple. Gently he laid the mage back against the arm of the couch, continued his kisses. He moved down, catching the abandoned nipple with his fingers, and letting his mouth work around Marron's navel.

So close to Marron's crotch, Gateau could barely resist planting his face there. He knew it was coarse, but his own pants were getting tighter and he had a desperate wish to see if Marron's were too. Deciding that lingering was only going to result in his being slapped, Gateau transferred his attention back to Marron's neck. As he bit down, the boy pressed up against him, thigh accidentally pressing against Gateau's arousal.

Then he was being pushed back. Gateau relinquished the position, sitting up and letting his head rest against the back of the couch. He kept one eye on Marron. Tucked into the corner of the couch, the boy panted, one leg drawn protectively to his chest.

"Come here," Gateau asked once he had caught his breath. Marron hesitated, but, coerced with kisses, was drawn up to straddle Gateau's lap. He was sitting back, bottom resting close to Gateau's knees, and hands on the blonde's shoulders. "Not gonna force you."

"I know."

Gateau nodded, and Marron leaned closer. Though it was concealed in the fallen layers of cloth, Gateau managed to find Marron's butt with the palms of his hands and, taking a firm hold, pulled them suddenly very much together. The mage jumped at the contact, his own hardness finding its like in Gateau's jeans, a certain kind of rare electric pulse. Startled, he sat back, and looked.

Then he realized he was looking.

Gateau caught him before he could turn away.

"You want to see it?"

"What?"

"I'll show you, if you want." The pause was long, but for the slight forward dip of Marron's head Gateau might have waited an eternity. "Let's go upstairs."

Marron was set onto his feet. Gateau gathered his clothing and led the way up the wooden staircase. Drawing a key from his pocket, he unlocked the door to his room and let Marron inside, careful to lock the door back after him.

The room was the same as the hundred others they had staid in, maybe a bit nicer. Gateau lit the lamp. It cast a flickering yellow circle over the bed, highlighting the blue cotton coverlet and crisp, white pillows. It wasn't glamorous, but clean and comfortable.

Gateau drew Marron to him, placing a kiss on his forehead. The mage let him removed the tie from around his waist, the robes it held up. Sitting on the side of the bed, he let Gateau remove his socks and shoes. He left the pants.

"Just so you're comfortable," the blond assured. Marron nodded, speech seeming to have left him. Gateau gathered his long hair and set it lovingly behind his shoulders. Then, leaving Marron facing away, he went to the other side of the bed and removed the rest of his clothes. He climbed onto the mattress, sheets soft against his naked body. Laying on his back, he stretched out and put his head on the pillow. His erection, spurred on by the very thought of Marron seeing him, stood out from between his legs.

"Marron..."

Delicate hands were gripping the sheets. His back and shoulders were tense.

"It's okay, Marron. You can look. I want you to look."

There was a moment when he didn't move, but then his head turned slowly. He met blue eyes first, saw the smile. He saw Gateau's chest and stomach, lingering as if they had never been there before. Then the line, tilted, right where leg met body, followed down, and there it was. Sure, he had one, but seeing someone else's was completely different.

Gateau's member was bigger than his own, but he figured it was probably because Gateau was bigger. It sprung outward from a patch of skin a few shades lighter than the rest of the man's sun-tanned flesh, circumcised and impressive in length and girth.

Gateau let him look, feeling a little like an art exhibition. Man with hardon, for your viewing pleasure. Crossing his arms under his head, he waited patiently, thoroughly entertained by the look in Marron's eyes.

"May I?" The half-lifted hand asked the rest of the question.

"Yeah." It was a breathless escape of a syllable. Gateau's whole mind twisted instantly into a knot of anticipation and he wondered if he would not cum the instant those fingers grabbed him. But Marron did not grab. He pressed his palm flat against Gateau's belly, moving slowly as if he were gathering his courage. One finger threaded through the crinkled nest of blond hairs and touched just at the base. They both took a breath.

And then he was in Marron's hand, physically and mentally concentrated there in the still hold of five long fingers. Marron moved slowly at first, as if trying to remember how it worked. He slid a loose fist up and down the other man's length.

"Feels good."

"Really?"

"Yeah." His smiled widened at the genuine interest in the words. There were a few minutes of quiet.

"Tell me," it was a whisper, the rest lost.

"What?"

Marron's throat worked as he swallowed hard. "Tell me how you like it."

"Tight and fast." The answer was from the back of his mind, something decided years ago. The front of his mind was fascinated with Marron's nod, with his movements on the bed. He shifted closer, legs tucked under him like he was attending a tea ceremony. His expression was just as serious.

Gateau realized he was switching hands. Was Marron left-handed? He couldn't remember.

Taking firm hold, not tight enough to hurt, Marron started again. Up and down, base to tip, nothing fancy, just repetitive heaven. Gateau's breath, already short, jerked.

"Yes," he nodded, "like that."

"This?"

"Faster."

Marron complied, wishing only momentarily for some sort of lotion to make it easier, but Gateau didn't seem to mind. He moved with Marron's hand in compulsive rhythm. Dark hair fell down to conceal Marron's face, but Gateau was too far gone to notice. His head back against the pillow, he pressed his eyes closed, and with one final upward push of his hips, came. Strands of white shot up, dropping down over Marron's fingers, onto Gateau's stomach and pubic hair.

For a moment he knew nothing. When the world came back, he felt Marron's hand leaving him, and, unthinking, sat up and grabbed it. Finding a kleenex on the nightstand, he wiped off Marron's hand and then himself, tossing the paper onto the floor.

Marron was not-looking again, but it was somehow different. He was concentrating, not on the covers, but on something inside. His bare chest rose and fell in quick cycles, his cheeks were flushed. Tipping up his chin, Gateau stole a chaste kiss. A hand was instantly on his chest, and he leaned forward, pressing Marron back onto the bed and laying over him. While careful to balance most of his weight on his own elbow, Gateau let enough of it rest on Marron so that the boy was pinned to the bed.

There was already a roundish spot of purple on Marron's neck, and now Gateau worked at making it larger. It was his mark, a claim, even if no one else would see it. Marron let his head list to the side, giving Gateau full access and trembling in the bigger man's grasp.

Settling himself onto his side, Gateau rested a hand on Marron's stomach and waited, completely still, until Marron opened his eyes and looked at him. He looked a little overwhelmed. Gateau could feel the heat off the mage's body, so close to his own, only the thin white pants separating them. Unable to resist, he shifted his hand down.

There was a quick intake of breath. Gateau could feel Marron's cock, hard beneath his palm and warm through the cotton pants. Brushing his hand back and forth lightly over the cloth, he listened intently to the whimpering sounds that fell from Marron's lips. The organ twitched beneath him hand, and, with thoughts of seeing Marron's face, surely even more beautiful during orgasm, Gateau pressed harder. Sure and quick, he moved his hand in and out from between Marron's legs.

Marron bit his lower lip, trying to reign himself in. It was hard not to thrust up against Gateau's hand, and he couldn't seem to get enough air in his lungs to tell the blond to stop. But he really didn't want him to stop either.

But Gateau did. Marron, tensed before, collapsed back against the bed. Still taut, his arousal demanded attention, a visible contour in his pants. Embarrassment fleetingly crossed his mind, but Gateau's hot breath on his ear swept it away with a few words.

"Marron, I want to suck your dick."

The words should have struck him as inappropriate, but they only turned him on. Marron tried to gather his wits, but Gateau kept talking, fast and pleading, his hand going back to work and proving a further distraction.

"Please, Marron. It'll feel good. I'll make you feel good, beautiful."

Without an answer, Gateau was sliding down his body, trailing absent little kisses. His face against the mage's thigh, he inhaled the scent of Marron's maleness. It was intoxicating. Carefully Gateau slid one hand beneath the hem of the pants, down over Marron's hip, pulling the cloth with it. Gateau sat up, and with both hands pushed the pants down around Marron's milk-white thighs.

Marron's hardon lifted up towards his belly, pale length flushed with pink. Gateau caught it with his hand, slipping his thumb up and over the tip and feeling Marron's whole body jerk beneath him. Dipping his head, he ran his tongue over the slit there, tasting the drop of precum that proved his ministrations effective.

"Ah!" Marron arched under him.

"Shh," Gateau soothed. He slid the pants down Marron's legs, tossing them finally over the side of the bed. For a second he thought he might be dreaming. It was too good, Marron laid out before him, naked and aroused. His head was to the side, and the hickey visible on his neck even between the dark strands of hair that fell down, tangled over his chest.

Moving to settle between Marron's legs, Gateau slipped his hands under them and pressed them back. Marron's knees bent easily, and with relish Gateau leaned in between them. His mouth slipped over the mage's cock, taking in the first few inches. Marron made as if to pull back, but Gateau's hold was firm.

His head bobbed up and down, lips creating a suction as he moved. Pausing, he ran his tongue around the head before taking the whole thing into his mouth. The feel was entrancing, the softness between his lips, the gentle tap against the back of his throat.

Marron's legs moved suddenly, trying to pull together, either with sudden realization or pleasure. Gateau pulled back, not far, to speak.

"Relax."

"Oh!" Marron gasped as Gateau bit down gently on one of his balls. His hands grabbed the sheets at the unexpected pleasure-pain. Gateau repeated the move, tonguing the hairless skin of Marron's sac; Marron's slick length pressed insistently against his cheek. "Please!" Marron finally managed a plea.

Recapturing his prize, Gateau moved with quick precision.

"Oh!"

He glanced up to see Marron's hand press his hands against his mouth, but the name was still clear.

"Gateau!" he sobbed as warmth shot into the blonde's mouth. Careful to keep his eyes on Marron's face, Gateau swallowed each wave of salty liquid. He had been right, Marron was even more beautiful in the throes of pleasure.

Gently he lowered the boy's legs, licking the last drops of cum off the softening length. Removing himself from his tangled position, he stretched out on the bed and had Marron in his arms before the boy came completely back to himself. Arms tucked between them, Marron rested close to him. Gateau smoothed back his hair and placed a kiss on his temple.

"Marron?"

"Hm?" He was already half-asleep.

"Want to go back to the party?"

"No," a soft murmur, "I don't dance."

~end~


Miko: Whew! wipes her forehead with a hanky A one-shot, finally. I really needed that sense of completion...

Evil Hentai Slug: Was that a joke?

Miko: Probably. I really wanted to write sex in an alley...maybe next time.

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