Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ High Class Affair ❯ White Shoes and Satin Sheets ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Notes: Here's the deal. Milphey is darling, I love him dearly, but he's just damn hard for me to write! I read over this and I think it seems forced and unreal, not the OOC (though I know that is there, I think I need it to pull off the situation) just the personalities in general. Anyhow, I wanted to see what you all thought of this before I wasted a lot of time writing a lemon that no one is going to enjoy.



High Class Affair
Chapter One: White Ribbons and Satin Sheets



More than a few of Momma's acquaintances were gathered in the large ballroom. The celebration had started as a formal affair, and hence most were decked out in decorative clothing, but at the late hour had degraded into more of a wild shindig than anything else. Those easily offended had long since left, taking themselves home at a decent time, and the punch had been spiked liberally. Momma still sat at the table, a healthy blush on her cheeks, talking with a sleepy Dotta. Several people clung to each other on the dance floor. One of these was Chocolate, hanging limply over a green haired man's shoulder; he held on just as tightly. Tira could be located napping on the floor along with Gateau. The blond had his teammate cradled against his chest on one side and Cinnamon Tea in the other. No one took notice, surely recalling that all three of them had hardly been able to see strait before passing out. Others wandered aimlessly, talking mostly nonsense or just brooding silently. Carrot, purposely having avoided most of the alcohol, was trying to convince a pretty ambassador to accompany him to his room for the evening and getting nowhere. Kahlua and Chiffon had earlier been playing chaperones, but were now making out none too shyly in one of the dimmer corners. Again, no one took notice, well, almost no one.

Standing against the eastern wall, Marron watched the commotion begin to settle down. His white robes, clean and pressed, served as formal wear. His long hair had been tied back in a tasteful white ribbon and, though no one noticed, his nails had been painted with a clear gloss. The intellectual conversations having died down, and having no interest taking part in the drunken ones, Marron had decided to watch from afar. All in all he found it quite boring. Several times he had thought to leave, but sitting alone in his room was perhaps even worse, so he stayed.

Suddenly there was a new presence at his arm. Not moving, only shifting his eyes to look, he identified Millefeiulle. The Knight wore a classic black tuxedo, looking quite handsome with his wavy purple hair falling loose around his shoulders. Apparently having decided to leave his feminine guise off for the night, he took on a whole new appearance, one of sharpness and strength, very much a Haze Knight. In his hand was a champagne flute, he sipped at it gently before resting against the wall and speaking, not in his high soprano, but in the natural baritone that nature had gifted him with.

"Having fun?" he questioned, obviously knowing the answer.

"No."

A moment of silence.

"You look nice tonight," Marron stated, turning his head to look as if he had not already done so.

"Oh?" Milphey looked back at him, dark eyes fairly glowing.

"Yes. You should do this more often."

"Do what?" he moved closer, pressing off the wall to lean over the other. It was the first time that Marron realized exactly how tall the Knight was, at least an inch more so than himself.

"Be you."

Milphey laughed, deep and knowing. He took another sip from his glass and smiled seductively. In a quick motion, he shifted his lips onto Marron's, pushing his tongue inside the mage's mouth and meeting no resistance. Allowing the need to breath to part them, he pulled back.

"You want to get out of here?"

Marron nodded, not trusting himself to speak. His hand was soon captured by the Knight's and he was led from the room, pausing only once as Milphey deposited his glass onto a nearby table. They walked silently through the dark marble halls, stopping in front of a tall door. Milphey dropped his hand to open the door and walk inside, closing it behind them.

There was an awkward moment for Marron as he stood just inside the room. Not knowing what to do with himself or what to say, he could only watch Milphey. The Knight seemed quite at ease. His shining black shoes were discarded near the door before he padded across the plush maroon carpet to stand near the dresser. Looking into its tall mirror, he smiled, removed his bow tie, and placed it on the surface. He did not look at his guest as he walked to the king sized be with its four tall posts of dark wood and drifting purple canopy. He turned back the amethyst satin sheets as if he were only going to sleep there. Climbing onto the tall bed, he knelt, sitting back on his heels, hands placed between his spread knees. With a twist of his upper body, the suit jacket fell off his shoulders to puddle around his elbows. Having nearly satiated his need for melodramatics, Milphey brought his eyes up to meet with Marron's.

The mage swallowed hard. Briefly he wondered if he should have gotten himself into this at all.

"Come here," Milphey smiled reassuringly. Seeing the other's hesitation, he dropped the seductive act, realizing though it had served him well it would not so in this case. Shifting around, he dropped his jacket to the floor and sat back. Again he looked to Marron, reaching out his arms, "please."

Knowing well that he was being accommodated, Marron complied. Leaving his simple white shoes at the door, he crossed the floor. As soon as settled onto the bed he was taken into the Knight's strong arms. Milphey was warm and it was a feeling he had long missed. In strange comfort he let his head rest on the other's chest as gentle hands ran through his hair.

"Why did you ask me to come here with you?" Marron whispered quietly.

"Because I knew you would," Milphey spoke in a normal tone, letting his hand come to rest on Marron's arm.

"And how did you know I would?" he too let the whisper drop, lifting his head to look into the other's eyes a most serious expression on his face.

"I know a lot about you Marron," his hand caressed the boy's cheek, "I know you look at my ass when I walk away. I know that Carrot wasn't kidding when he said you don't like girls. I know that you like to wear pink nail polish. And, I know that the blush on your cheeks right now is just an act...you're not as innocent as you look."

And true to his thought, the blush was gone. Marron's serious expression disappeared to be replaced by a tiny smirk that bloomed into the most tempting smile Milphey had ever seen. Using his hands, already conveniently laying against the Knight's chest, Marron pushed him back to lay against the pillows, their purple color not quite bright enough to match his hair. Lifting himself up, Marron had no problem shifting to straddle Milphey's hips, settling himself just above the sensitive regions of the other's anatomy.

"So you think you know all about me?" he breathed, leaning close.

"Well, not everything," the older man reached up a hand to pull the ribbon from Marron's hair. The long strands of silken black fell around them, cutting off the rest of the late night world.

"Oh?" a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, you see," Milphey wrapped his arms around Marron's trim waist. "I may have seen past the virgin white of your robes, but--" using the strength and speed rarely seen outside of battle, he gripped Marron tightly and flipped them over. Now they lay on the right side of the bed, Marron looking a bit dazed and Milphey laying between his spread legs, pressed tightly against him. "--I've never seen what's under them."

~tbc~

Notes: Well, I've gotten three request for more Milphey/Marron work and I submit this for your approval or rejection. Four positive reviews get it continued, negative ones get it tossed into the recycle bin. Thanks for your time!

Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No Hoshi