Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Conditions ❯ Unheard Goodnights ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
Marron's a bit under the weather, and the condition seems to have a few interesting side affects...not as bad as that sounds...well, mybe not.
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.21.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 775 | Status: Completed
Marron's a bit under the weather, and the condition seems to have a few interesting side affects...not as bad as that sounds...well, mybe not.
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 12.21.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 775 | Status: Completed
Author’s Notes: Um, hello, this is just a little piece to say hello again with. I’ve just returned from a year abroad and I’m trying to get back into the swing of things, so please forgive me for this pointless little bit. It’s nice to be back again.
Conditions
Marron looked longingly out the wide bay window, watching the water drops slide down its slick surface against a background of gray clouds. He sighed, shoulders lifting slightly beneath the light fabric of the soft blue robe he wore wrapped loosely about him. Crossing his arms across his stomach to rest his hands on opposite hips, he let his posture slip slightly to the side.
A door shut behind him, but Marron neglected to turn, listening to the rain rather than deep voice the questioned him.
"Feeling better?"
Gateau set a paper bag on the bedside table and shook wet drops from his hair. Peeling off his wet t-shirt, he dropped it beside the bed. Unable to resist a small peek in the mirror first, the muscled hunter stepped behind Marron. Taking the small man by the waist, he pulled him back against his bare chest.
"I brought you some cough syrup."
"Uh-huh."
"And some Kleenex."
"Hm."
"And thirty glow in the dark condoms."
"Just put it on the table."
"You know, you could at least listen to me."
"What?"
With a look that was almost worried, Gateau turned Marron around to examine his face. The stare he received in return was rather far off and very unconcerned.
"Marron?" he raised a hand to the mage's cheek, finding it warm. "You still have a fever; get back in bed."
When the other made no move to do so, Gateau lifted him easily from the floor and deposited him gently on the bed. With a bit of scooting, the blond managed to pull the covers back. However, when he went to bring the heavily blankets over Marron, his hand was caught by two paler ones.
"Gateau," soft fingers ran repeated patterns over his palm. "Won't you...won't you stay with me?"
"Lay down, get some sleep; I'll be right here," his babying voice did not go over well and in way of argument he earned a young magic user kissing his neck. Marron pulled himself up on his knees, getting close and pressing against the standing Gateau. Gateau pulled him close in a hug, but then pushed him down again. Once more he picked up the covers.
"Please," Marron asked. "I won't kiss you."
"Its not that..."
"I've been in here four days Gateau...please."
"You're sick."
"Please."
"No."
"Just lay down with me then," he bargained.
"Alright," Gateau agreed, toeing off his boots and getting into the bed.
Marron wasted no time in snuggling close to him, probably trying to sway the other to his side of the argument, but also glad for the warmth the bigger man emanated.
"Jeans," he complained, bare leg rubbing against the rough fabric.
With a sigh, Gateau untangled himself from the mage, threw back the covers, and worked his way out of his jeans. Left in only a pair of white briefs, he climbed back into the bed. No sooner was he situated than Marron executed a none too practiced move to place himself on top of the larger man, a motion that ended with Gateau catching his hips to steady him, but leaving him sitting, rightly, across his lover's hips.
"Marron," Gateau half laughed at the boy. He swayed slightly atop of him, cheeks flushed with fever and hair mussed. His robed hung loosely open, dropping form one shoulder, but the look on his face was determined.
"Shh," the other demanded, or maybe be was attempting seduction. Balancing carefully with his hands flat against Gateau's chest, he rubbed his bottom gently back against Gateau's half-hard erection. The other sighed; he couldn't help it that his lover, sick or not, was damn sexy. Still, he shouldn't. . .
"Marron."
"No," the boy answered cryptically as he leaned forward to kiss Gateau, remembering at the last second and chastely pressing his lips against the man's cheek. Giving in, not for the first time, Gateau lay back and decided to let Marron get this out of his system. As sick a the other had been the last few days, he doubted it would be more than a few minutes.
He was surprised, not altogether unpleasantly when six minutes later he had been divested of underwear and Marron, sitting over his knees, was very deliberately working his mouth up and down the shaft of Gateau's cock. Passive waiting had fallen completely through as Gateau's hand held tight in strands of jet hair and his hips arched with each movement of his lover.
He could feel Marron's hardon pressed against his thigh as the by continued to work, and felt his fingers digging into his hips as he worked. Finally Gateau pulled him away.
"Please," Marron echoed his earlier plea.
Gateau nodded, half sitting to lift Marron back into a sitting position across his pelvis. He reached to the bedside table to fish a well-used tube from the drawer. Marron snatched it from his grasp, opening the top and sniffing at the light strawberry scent. Squeezing a little out onto his right hand, he reached between them to coat Gateau's impressive erection, tossing the tube behind him so that it landed somewhere on the floor.
"Marron," Gateau tried to explain that he needed to do a little prep work before getting to the finale. Seeming to realize this, Marron blinked, then looked curiously down at the slick fingers of his own right hand. Placing his left on Gateau's shoulder for balance, he shifted position. Gateau watched, fascinated and exceedingly turned on, as Marron reached between his own legs to press his middle finger past the tight entrance of his own body. Moving it about just a little, he easily added a second. Leaning forward, he was steadied by Gateau's helping hands as he pressed further in his self exploration, finally hitting the one spot that made him gasp.
Unable to restrain himself any longer. Gateau carefully reaching for Marron's arm, forcing him to withdraw his hand. Gold eyes opened and again pleaded with Gateau. Sitting up, Gateau guided the mage's grip again to his shoulders, ignoring the slight stickiness that accompanied one of the soft hands. Lifting Marron with one arm, he used his own free hand to steady his erection as he slowly lowered his lover down upon it.
When Marron was settled one again completely on his lap, Gateau waited, unable to see the boy's face as it was pressed to his chest at the moment.
"Marron?"
"Just," he sighed, arms slipping under Gateau to lay on his back, holding them in a tight embrace. Gateau understood, using all his willpower to stay still and give Marron time to adjust to the sudden invasion. A few deep breaths, and Marron moved his hips forward, a familiar signal that all was set and Gateau could proceed. Lifting his hips, Gateau pushed just a little further into Marron before withdrawing and pushing in once again. Finding it difficult to move in their position, and doubting his lover was in any condition to do much himself, Gateau gently laid the mage back against the cover, pausing just momentarily to knock a crumpled Kleenex from the bed.
Marron's eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed with two spots of pink. Reluctantly he separated his hands from Gateau's shoulders, arms falling to rest loosely above his head. Gaining his balance, Gateau was able to thrust more deeply into the mage, making him take a sharp breath in surprise. He paused, brushing his tongue across his dry lips before leaning forward to press a light kiss to Marron's mouth. The mage momentarily tried to pull back but accepted the kiss with little convincing.
Pulling back, Gateau continued with powerful thrusts to press forward, using his free hand to stroke Marron's erection. The moans of his lover spurred on his own desire, increasing the pace to one of near desperation. Finally the boy came, eyes closed, his pale member spurting white stands across his stomach as he arched against the bed with a small gasp. To the beautiful sight and with a less delicate sound, Gateau plunged into his lover once more before he too came. For a moment they waited for the world to return.
Trying to catch his breath, Gateau gently, and rather reluctantly, withdrew from his lover to collapse at his side. Slipping an arm around Marron's chest, he pulled the boy close to him only to find the mage was shivering.
"Marron?"
Gateau berated himself for having forgotten the condition of his friend. Fumbling with the bits of cloth beside the bed, he finally snagged his own underwear which he used to wipe the sticky mess from Marron's stomach. Making sure the boy was clean, Gateau shifted him into a comfortable position, gaining no protest until he went to move away. A pale hand caught his arm.
"Please...stay," he requested in a voice laden with sleep; golden eyes, managing to open only half-way, looked up at him.
It was not without a smile, for this kind of even was rare in their relationship and usually the older man was the one asking, Gateau shifted back to his lover's side. Once again drawing the boy back against him, he pulled the thick coverlet over them both and settled back against the pillows.
"Warm enough?" he asked. But there was no reply, so he contented himself to kiss Marron's flushed cheek before bidding him an unheard goodnight.
~finis~
Please review, it’s my first day back and I’ve got jet lag...pity the author who can’t figure out what time it is...
Conditions
Marron looked longingly out the wide bay window, watching the water drops slide down its slick surface against a background of gray clouds. He sighed, shoulders lifting slightly beneath the light fabric of the soft blue robe he wore wrapped loosely about him. Crossing his arms across his stomach to rest his hands on opposite hips, he let his posture slip slightly to the side.
A door shut behind him, but Marron neglected to turn, listening to the rain rather than deep voice the questioned him.
"Feeling better?"
Gateau set a paper bag on the bedside table and shook wet drops from his hair. Peeling off his wet t-shirt, he dropped it beside the bed. Unable to resist a small peek in the mirror first, the muscled hunter stepped behind Marron. Taking the small man by the waist, he pulled him back against his bare chest.
"I brought you some cough syrup."
"Uh-huh."
"And some Kleenex."
"Hm."
"And thirty glow in the dark condoms."
"Just put it on the table."
"You know, you could at least listen to me."
"What?"
With a look that was almost worried, Gateau turned Marron around to examine his face. The stare he received in return was rather far off and very unconcerned.
"Marron?" he raised a hand to the mage's cheek, finding it warm. "You still have a fever; get back in bed."
When the other made no move to do so, Gateau lifted him easily from the floor and deposited him gently on the bed. With a bit of scooting, the blond managed to pull the covers back. However, when he went to bring the heavily blankets over Marron, his hand was caught by two paler ones.
"Gateau," soft fingers ran repeated patterns over his palm. "Won't you...won't you stay with me?"
"Lay down, get some sleep; I'll be right here," his babying voice did not go over well and in way of argument he earned a young magic user kissing his neck. Marron pulled himself up on his knees, getting close and pressing against the standing Gateau. Gateau pulled him close in a hug, but then pushed him down again. Once more he picked up the covers.
"Please," Marron asked. "I won't kiss you."
"Its not that..."
"I've been in here four days Gateau...please."
"You're sick."
"Please."
"No."
"Just lay down with me then," he bargained.
"Alright," Gateau agreed, toeing off his boots and getting into the bed.
Marron wasted no time in snuggling close to him, probably trying to sway the other to his side of the argument, but also glad for the warmth the bigger man emanated.
"Jeans," he complained, bare leg rubbing against the rough fabric.
With a sigh, Gateau untangled himself from the mage, threw back the covers, and worked his way out of his jeans. Left in only a pair of white briefs, he climbed back into the bed. No sooner was he situated than Marron executed a none too practiced move to place himself on top of the larger man, a motion that ended with Gateau catching his hips to steady him, but leaving him sitting, rightly, across his lover's hips.
"Marron," Gateau half laughed at the boy. He swayed slightly atop of him, cheeks flushed with fever and hair mussed. His robed hung loosely open, dropping form one shoulder, but the look on his face was determined.
"Shh," the other demanded, or maybe be was attempting seduction. Balancing carefully with his hands flat against Gateau's chest, he rubbed his bottom gently back against Gateau's half-hard erection. The other sighed; he couldn't help it that his lover, sick or not, was damn sexy. Still, he shouldn't. . .
"Marron."
"No," the boy answered cryptically as he leaned forward to kiss Gateau, remembering at the last second and chastely pressing his lips against the man's cheek. Giving in, not for the first time, Gateau lay back and decided to let Marron get this out of his system. As sick a the other had been the last few days, he doubted it would be more than a few minutes.
He was surprised, not altogether unpleasantly when six minutes later he had been divested of underwear and Marron, sitting over his knees, was very deliberately working his mouth up and down the shaft of Gateau's cock. Passive waiting had fallen completely through as Gateau's hand held tight in strands of jet hair and his hips arched with each movement of his lover.
He could feel Marron's hardon pressed against his thigh as the by continued to work, and felt his fingers digging into his hips as he worked. Finally Gateau pulled him away.
"Please," Marron echoed his earlier plea.
Gateau nodded, half sitting to lift Marron back into a sitting position across his pelvis. He reached to the bedside table to fish a well-used tube from the drawer. Marron snatched it from his grasp, opening the top and sniffing at the light strawberry scent. Squeezing a little out onto his right hand, he reached between them to coat Gateau's impressive erection, tossing the tube behind him so that it landed somewhere on the floor.
"Marron," Gateau tried to explain that he needed to do a little prep work before getting to the finale. Seeming to realize this, Marron blinked, then looked curiously down at the slick fingers of his own right hand. Placing his left on Gateau's shoulder for balance, he shifted position. Gateau watched, fascinated and exceedingly turned on, as Marron reached between his own legs to press his middle finger past the tight entrance of his own body. Moving it about just a little, he easily added a second. Leaning forward, he was steadied by Gateau's helping hands as he pressed further in his self exploration, finally hitting the one spot that made him gasp.
Unable to restrain himself any longer. Gateau carefully reaching for Marron's arm, forcing him to withdraw his hand. Gold eyes opened and again pleaded with Gateau. Sitting up, Gateau guided the mage's grip again to his shoulders, ignoring the slight stickiness that accompanied one of the soft hands. Lifting Marron with one arm, he used his own free hand to steady his erection as he slowly lowered his lover down upon it.
When Marron was settled one again completely on his lap, Gateau waited, unable to see the boy's face as it was pressed to his chest at the moment.
"Marron?"
"Just," he sighed, arms slipping under Gateau to lay on his back, holding them in a tight embrace. Gateau understood, using all his willpower to stay still and give Marron time to adjust to the sudden invasion. A few deep breaths, and Marron moved his hips forward, a familiar signal that all was set and Gateau could proceed. Lifting his hips, Gateau pushed just a little further into Marron before withdrawing and pushing in once again. Finding it difficult to move in their position, and doubting his lover was in any condition to do much himself, Gateau gently laid the mage back against the cover, pausing just momentarily to knock a crumpled Kleenex from the bed.
Marron's eyes were wide, his cheeks flushed with two spots of pink. Reluctantly he separated his hands from Gateau's shoulders, arms falling to rest loosely above his head. Gaining his balance, Gateau was able to thrust more deeply into the mage, making him take a sharp breath in surprise. He paused, brushing his tongue across his dry lips before leaning forward to press a light kiss to Marron's mouth. The mage momentarily tried to pull back but accepted the kiss with little convincing.
Pulling back, Gateau continued with powerful thrusts to press forward, using his free hand to stroke Marron's erection. The moans of his lover spurred on his own desire, increasing the pace to one of near desperation. Finally the boy came, eyes closed, his pale member spurting white stands across his stomach as he arched against the bed with a small gasp. To the beautiful sight and with a less delicate sound, Gateau plunged into his lover once more before he too came. For a moment they waited for the world to return.
Trying to catch his breath, Gateau gently, and rather reluctantly, withdrew from his lover to collapse at his side. Slipping an arm around Marron's chest, he pulled the boy close to him only to find the mage was shivering.
"Marron?"
Gateau berated himself for having forgotten the condition of his friend. Fumbling with the bits of cloth beside the bed, he finally snagged his own underwear which he used to wipe the sticky mess from Marron's stomach. Making sure the boy was clean, Gateau shifted him into a comfortable position, gaining no protest until he went to move away. A pale hand caught his arm.
"Please...stay," he requested in a voice laden with sleep; golden eyes, managing to open only half-way, looked up at him.
It was not without a smile, for this kind of even was rare in their relationship and usually the older man was the one asking, Gateau shifted back to his lover's side. Once again drawing the boy back against him, he pulled the thick coverlet over them both and settled back against the pillows.
"Warm enough?" he asked. But there was no reply, so he contented himself to kiss Marron's flushed cheek before bidding him an unheard goodnight.
~finis~
Please review, it’s my first day back and I’ve got jet lag...pity the author who can’t figure out what time it is...