Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ How to mend a broken Carrot ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Lemony Chocolate 
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.02.2003 | Updated On: 10.02.2003 | Pages: 7 | Words: 9.1K | Visits: 854 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 10.02.2003 | Updated On: 10.02.2003 | Pages: 7 | Words: 9.1K | Visits: 854 | Status: Completed
TITLE: How to mend a broken Carrot
AUTHOR: WillJ (aka Lemonychocolate)
EMAIL: wmj166@yahoo.com
WEB SITE: n/a
PAIRG: Marron/Carrot (and yes they are brothers!)
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Look people, I don't own the Bakuretsu Hunter, the Sorcerer Hunters or any other Hunters. They are a copyright by A.D. Vision
FEEDBACK: Hell yeah! Uhm, sorry, yes please.
DISTRIBUTION: Archive please away
SPOILERS: none that I can think of.
SUMMARY:
A/N: Meet the Sorcerer Hunters: Five extraordinary young humans charged with the task of traveling the land in secrecy, hunting down evil Sorcerers--masters of powerful and forbidden magic who use their dark abilities to enslave, to kill the weak and helpless.
Carrot Glace, a lecherous young warrior, without many other talents, save one: the ability to transform into various giant beasts by feeding off the power of sorcerers when attacked by unfriendly magic.
Marron Glace, his younger brother and master of the Eastern magic; always cool, calm and collect unless someone hurts his older brother....then he become a raging psychopath.
Tira Misu, an unassuming woman who, when faced with a challenge, presents her rather dominant alter ego, secretly in love with Carrot Glace.
Chocolate Misu, her older sister the more forward of the two and even worse when she's ready to kick some ass with her needle tipped garrote wire. And very obvious about her lust for Carrot Glace.
Finally, Gateau Mocha, the muscle of the team with brains; a consummate flirt, especially with the beautiful Marron Glace.
Chapter 5
They're not gonna kill me, was all Carrot could think as they made their way home.
Marron slid an amused look down at his unusually silent brother. There should be something to immortalize this moment, he thought. Someone finally silenced his chattering niisan. Then his smile faded as he remembered the awful silence before, when his niisan was quiet from fear and terror. Perhaps a talkative niisan wasn't so bad, considering the alternative.
He looked up with a jerk and his eyes narrowed at a loud 'Hallooooo'.
"Uh uh," Carrot muttered softly as he felt the tension in the slender body walking at his side.
"Marron, remember he's our father and he loves ya," Carrot said urgently, gripping his brother's arm tightly for emphasis.
"You imply that he doesn't love you," Marron retorted coolly, stopping his forward motion and starring down into Carrot's wide anxious eyes.
Carrot blinked then blatantly ignored his brother’s reply and repeated stubbornly, "He's our father, so don't go all psycho on him. ‘Sides, I'm sure ya'll find plenty of other reasons that don't involve defending me, ya know? Anyhow, I been handling the old man lots longer than you and I’ve gotten pretty damn good at it if I do say so myself, and I’m saying so." And he held his breath in nervous anticipation until he received Marron’s grudging nod.
He let out breath in a long trembling sigh. He had accepted a long time ago that he and Onion were never going to have any kinda father/son bond. There was too many things between them, too many hateful words and angry silence. But he knew that the older Glace truly loved and adored Marron. And he cast a glance up at his younger brother, who wouldn't love his brother?
Marron was all the things he was not. He was fuckin' intelligent, very handy with all that magic shit, usually cool and calm in any situations but real scary when he was not, plus he was damn good with a sword. Yeah, his little brother was the man with the plan...Marron always knew what he was doing, Carrot thought proudly.
While he on the other hand, sometimes didn’t have enough sense to get out of the rain.
Not that he needed to be rescued all the times, he thought with an annoyed roll of his eyes and a fond look up at his serene brother.
"Race ya to the house," he shouted to Marron, as he abruptly ended his introspection. And slapping his brother on the arm, he was racing off and laughing at the protesting cry behind him.
Onion's smile was slightly tight as the laughing boys ran towards him. Mama had to be wrong about how badly Carrot had been hurt, he thought. Otherwise, how could he be this happy? She had to be wrong! But to be on the safe side, he enthusiastically held out his arms and swept his older, very much surprised, son into a breathless hug.
"Carrot! How are you, son?! Mama said that you had been hurt badly and that Marron took you away to heal. Are you all better? Isn't it just like your little brother to take care of your? He's such a good boy! I hope you weren't too much trouble for him, hmmm?" And as he set Carrot down he was surprised at the unreadable look Carrot threw him. Was that disappointment he saw? Nahhhh, and dismissed the idea.
Though a little startled at the gaze, still he turned and swept his beautiful Marron into a warm effusive hug of joy.
"Marron, you're looking more and more like your mother every day! I bet you have all the girls chasing after you! It was so generous of you to take care for your brother...you're so thoughtful! Just like your mother!" he cried. Finally, he released his son and simply stared into Marron's beautiful face.
Maybe it was because Marron looked so much like his beloved Apricot, he mused as he gazed down into the quietly composed face. He had many of her ways that it was eerie; her calm even temper. Why, he could count on one hand the number of times she raised or yelled. Even in battle, she never seemed to lose sweet and gentle nature.
So unlike were his sons that it was hard to believe that they were both his children. His older son was so loud and obnoxious. Carrot was always getting himself into trouble with his constant lying, grand ideas and skirt chasing. His son’s lies had almost cost him the friendship of a very dear man.
Why, when Rhubard had heard about Carrot's being hurt, he had cried! That poor man had cried and then quietly made excuses to leave the house. Onion shook his head in wonder, Rhubard was truly a good man to care about the feeling of someone that would sooner spit on him than talk to him.
And Onion firmed his jaw, well today he was going to put a stop to all the nonsense once and for all. Rhubarb was a friend of his and had helped him through some really bad times when Apricot passed away. It had been a real strain trying to take care of all four children at once. If it wasn’t for Rhubarb volunteering to take Carrot and Chocolate while he handled an endlessly crying Marron and Tira, he probably would have wound up in a nuthouse.
He came back to himself with a start, blinking at the strange glitter in Marron's eyes before dismissing it as a trick of the light.
"Boys, I've got a surprise for you! Actually it's more for Marron in thanks for looking after his big brother," he said over his shoulder to Carrot as he ushered them into the house.
And entering the room, his brows raising in surprise at the Misu sisters, missing the way Marron's brows were slowly descending in a slight frown of uneasy awareness that was stirring at the sight of the back the person gazing out of the window.
Chocolate keep an easy smile on her face as she stood in front of Tira. She had always felt an uncomfortable sensation around that man every since she was little kid. And since she was nervous she made it her duty to keep her little sister away from him.
Slowly, the man turned around and smiled quietly, his eyes soft and gentle, "Hello Marron, Carrot. Your father told me you were injured in your last battle and I only came to offer my sympathies."
Both Marron and Carrot froze at the sound of that voice before a deadly hiss escaped the younger Glace's lips....
"Rhubarb."
Onion had a frown on his face, watching as Carrot steadily kept backing away. His son was shaking his head violently from side to side, his eyes even wider than normal with a blank look in his eyes. And for a brief moment uncertainty flickered through his mind before he dismissed the thought. Carrot had lied as a child simply to get the attention he was too busy to spare.
He looked at the murderous expression on Marron's face in alarm, "Marron, you will stop this senseless behavior this second!"
"Very well," Marron replied quietly and pulled out an ofuda. And it crackled with deadly magical energy.
Carrot came out of his terror-induced daze and jumped at Marron with a cry of alarm. And forced his brother to sheath the deadly ofuda before he stood trembling, his eyes closed.
"THAT'S IT!" Onion yelled, his face dark with congested fury. "Look, I'm sorry Carrot to bring this out into the open but clearly you leave me no choice! Marron, you obviously been listening to your brother's tall tales about Rhubarb, but let me tell you something: Rhubarb's been my friend for years and he's been a very good friend to this family ever since your mother died! Of all people, I would know if he had molested Carrot. There's no way that I would not...," his words stuttered to a halt as the Misu sisters changed.
Battle ready and deadly.
"No wonder I've always hated you," Chocolate breathe, her deadly garrote stroking gently between her lips. Thoughtfully contemplating the best angle of attack that would cause the evil bastard the most pain.
Rhubarb lost his gentle expression and for the first time he began to look alarmed.
"I remember how you used to make us all go outside and play but Carrot had to stay inside...with you," Tira voice was wintery cold as her whip began dancing on the floor.
Onion's mouth dropped open before he whirled angrily on Carrot, "And now you're spread your filthy lies to Tira and Chocolate?!"
"Carrot has never said a damn thing to either of us," Chocolate voice held an unmistakably lust to kill.
Then Carrot's eyes slowly drifted open, "Old man, if that creature is not removed from our presence we will kill you both. Unlike the cub, we bear you no lingering fondness and we will not hesitate to kill you." And molten rage laced the soft purring tone.
Onion blinked as Tira and Chocolate immediately leapt away from Carrot.
"We? We?! And you'll WHAT?! Have you lost your damn mind, BOY!" The senior Glace roared and took a step towards Carrot in his fury.
Rhubarb had enough and with a sick look on his face, he tried to sidle out of the house.
But his escape was foiled by Chocolate's thread and he shuddered in terror as her voice caressed his ear.
"Going so soon? Why, the party's just begun! Stick around, it's gonna get very interesting in here," she purred and bit his ear, enjoying his shudders.
Marron quickly stepped between the two older Glace men and bowed deeply, "I would like to speak with my niisan. I do not think it is fair that I cannot be allowed to kill Rhubarb while all of you have the pleasure."
Onion stepped back in confusion, was Carrot's madness contagious? Then his eyes grew wide as misty shapes began flowing out of his older son.
Marron continued calmly, "I promised Carrot that I would not kill Rhubarb in the most painful manner I could think of. So you should not be allowed also." And his face was stubborn in its intensity.
"But *we* did not promise," came a sibilant whisper from an undulating coil of smoke.
"Nor did we," Tira stated coldly before her whip sang out.
And a thin red line appeared on Rhubarb's cheek. He touched his cheek with a shaky hand then drew it away and stared in shock at the crimson fluid that stained his fingers.
"Are you all insane?!" Onion shouted staring wildly around at his dangerous children.
"Father, you have a choice," Marron turned and stated calmly enough, but death lurked in his wide golden eyes.
"Either that...that pedophile goes...," he continued with little emotion in his voice.
And behind Onion, Rhubarb screamed as Chocolate's thread caressed his face. Leaving a burning sensation in its wake.
"Or what," Onion blustered, harshly glaring at his older son. This was his fault!
Marron pulled Carrot into his arms, "Or you will never see us again." And icy finality was evident in his voice.
Carrot leaned wearily against Marron as old nightmares resurfaced in his mind and with a stifled cry, he buried his face into Marron's robes. And slender arms held him securely, tightly sheltering him from harm.
"I can't believe that you are listening to the filthy lies that your brother's been filling your head with. Why if it hadn't been...for..." and his voice slowed as images flickered through his mind and he shook his head violently to get rid of them. It was’t true, it couldn’t be...
---picking up the children from Rhubarb's with the three younger kids always playing in the backyard. Yet, Carrot sat stiffly on the couch, no expression on his tiny face. Only those huge accusing eyes staring up at him
---the look of secret terror that he something would see flash across his oldest son's face whenever Rhubarb would visit
---the look of dumb hurt the first time he had disciplined Carrot for his 'lies'
---and finally the cool look of reproof in Big Mama's eyes when he was summoned to retrieved a runaway Carrot from her
…TRUE.
And he shattered into a thousand pieces of rage.
"YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! YOU FUCKIN' BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU!" he screamed. And whirling around he began pounding his fists into Rhubarb's face. Black sickening fury clouding his mind, his vision as horrible images kept playing in his mind.
Sobbing and gasping for breath, Rhubarb fought desperately back before was able to kick Onion away and stumble-run out the door, into the streets to safety and freedom.
And Onion collapsed to his knees. Rocking and sobbing at his culpability in the betrayal of his son.
Marron gave one emotionless look at their father before leading his shaky brother away to their bedroom. And the misty shapes retreated back within Carrot.
Stripping his shivering niisan quickly and easing Carrot into the bed, he began rushing about the room, piling the bed with blankets and crawling in, he grimly held on to the shuddering body. Feeling nausea churning in his stomach.
Tira and Chocolate knocked tentatively on the door and softly called Marron's name before they entered. They knelt on the side of the bed, pain etched on their faces as well as guilt.
"How is he," Tira whispered gently at the dark head pressed into Marron's chest. Blinking back her tears at the endless quivers that shook Carrot’s frame.
"I don't know," Marron replied quietly, frustration evident in his eyes as he stroked soothingly at the tumbled silky locks.
“I didn't know,” Chocolate moaned and leaned against Tira as tears slipped down her face. “I swear, Marron, Carrot, I didn't know!”
“It's okay, he didn't want you two to know. He didn't want me to know either,” Marron replied quietly.
Onion hesitantly entered the room with a look of deep abject shame in his eyes. He could barely look at any of them. So deep into shock he didn't even flinch when both Misu sisters smoothly got to their feet in front of the bed, their eyes hard and extremely violent.
"I'm sorry...I...I....didn't," he stammered helplessly under Marron distinctly cool and hostile eyes before he fled the evidence of his betrayal.
And the days passed gradually as Onion watched Carrot slowly regain his equilibrium, with Marron an almost constant presence at his brother's side. Seeing joy and laughter creeping softly, tentatively back to his oldest son's face. He realized with a sense of shock just how much the other three cared so deeply for his son, depended on him.
What surprised him was Tira and Chocolate the care that they showered on Carrot. Everyone knew that the two Misu sisters were in love with Carrot, and would practically beat him up for daring to look, much less lust after any female. And he never figured out what drew them to Carrot especially when Marron was far more beautiful than his brother could ever hope to be. But now he saw...now he remembered all the times when he was too busy, exactly who took care of the younger children: Carrot.
And he watched now as the Tira and Chocolate effortless returned the care that had been given to them, giving back the love to Carrot. Staying by his side when Marron had to leave him, making him laugh, getting him angry...just pulling emotions out of him, helping him to recover.
As for Marron…Onion had always thought Marron secretly resented the fact that his brother was practically useless and needed to be rescued far too many times.
But he could plainly see that Marron adored his older brother and what he saw led to another very disturbing thought. So he began to close watch his sons, scrambling to deny the truth of what he saw.
The small touches, the long looks and just the way they acted around one another. And he felt his gorge rising at the incredibly filthy thoughts that were slowly taking shape in his mind.
And he decided to confront Marron about his suspicions, to force the younger one to react with rage and disgust, to tell him that he was wrong. But all the while Onion knew what he saw couldn’t be denied.
So he waited for the proper moment, waited with strained patience until Carrot returned to the house for a brief time. Leaving him and Marron alone outside in the garden.
"Marron," he began abruptly, then stopped, unsure of how to proceed in this tricky conversation.
And the youngest Glace placed a finger in his book, marking his place before turning a disturbingly fathomless gaze on the older man.
"Yes, Father?"
"Marron, I know," Onion said harshly and hastily tried to gentle his tone as Marron's brow at first rose then contracted in a slight frown of confusion.
"Know what?" the mage asked quietly, his eyes half-closed in the sunlight.
Onion ran a hand through his hair and paced back and forth uncomfortably.
"I know about you and Carrot. My God, Marron he's your fuckin’ brother! How can you...I mean, can't you see how disgustingly sick and unhealthy what you two are doing?!" And his voice rose in a near shout.
Marron's was silent before he slowly lifted his eyes to his father.
And Onion recoiled at the burning look of disgust and scorn in his son's eyes.
"Let me tell you of disgust, dear Father. Disgust is when a young child runs to his father being forced into acts of unspeakable depravity and is soundly punished for 'lying'. Unhealthy is when a child is not even able to trust the one person he should be able to trust, his father. Sick is when a child is sent repeatedly to his rapist by an uncaring parent. Does any of this sound familiar to you…Father? Shall I tell you more?"
And Onion could only listen in mute horror as the deep husky voice proceeded to tell him, in great detail...everything.
About their assignments as Sorcerer Hunters, about how many times they faced death...what dreadful things were done to Carrot and how they had almost lost him…and how they had saved him.
"Now tell me dear Father," and Marron laid so much bitter scorn on the word that Onion actually flinched from the whiplike sting. "Which do you find more disgusting and unhealthy: your culpability in his molestation or the fact that Carrot and I are lovers?"
Onion opened and closed his mouth helplessly unable to think of a response or defend his actions.
"Go away Father…I find the sight of *you* disgusting," Marron quietly stated with burning contempt.
And as a stunned Onion turned to leave, Marron called to him.
"Oh and Father, if you should decide to mention any part of this conversation to my brother, I will hurt you in ways that you imagine exist in some dark twisted nightmare. And should you speak to Carrot about how you find our relationship *disgusting* I will kill you." And all this was said in such a calm tone that it left no doubt in Onion mind as to where his younger son's loyalty lay.
Shaken, he turned and walked away.
Carrot came bouncing around the corner of the house, bubbling with good cheer. His exuberant smile faltered slightly at the strange glance Onion gave him, but he shrugged it off. He had more important matters on his mind, like sneaking away for a little camping trip with Marron.
"Ohhhh, Marron," and he tried unsuccessfully to keep his wide grin off his face. Manfully he repressed his desire to laugh at the wary look Marron gave him.
"Niisan," Marron nodded and narrowed his eyes at the cheerfully mischievous look on Carrot's face.
The older boy casually leaned against his brother's chair and affected a nonchalant attitude, "Pretty day doncha think?"
"Yessss," Marron admitted cautiously as he tried to figure out what Carrot had planned in his devious little mind.
"It looks like a pretty good day for camping," Carrot smiled, practically rubbing his hands together with glee.
Marron glanced up at the sky with a puzzled look, then at Carrot's profile and realization dawned in his eyes.
"Hmmm, personally I think that it looks like it might start raining later on tonight," he murmured, lowering his eyes to hide the teasing light he knew was lurking within.
Carrot frowned and straightened up abruptly, "Rain? No way, man! It’s gonna be a clear night. Perfect for camping out," he insisted. This was not going the way he wanted it too!
"I would think niisan that with all our adventuring that you would relish sleeping in a soft comfortable bed. I certainly do," Marron replied quietly, quickly raising his book to cover the smirk on his face.
Carrot huffed angrily and crossed his arms, "Look I wanna sleep in the woods so we can fuck our brains out!" And uncrossing his arm, he pulled Marron's book down saying aggressively, "Ya got a problem with that?!"
"Well, why didn't you just say so?" and this time Marron couldn’t suppress the laughter in his voice.
"You bastard!" Carrot hissed, staring down into Marron's laughing eyes.
The younger Glace hurriedly scrambled out of his chair and slowly backed away, "Now niisan, calm down...it was just a tiny joke," Marron tried to say past his giggles before he whirled around and took off. Running away with a laughing Carrot in hot pursuit.
Onion stared out the window. Watching his two laughing boys, wondering where did he go wrong. When did he fail as a parent *not * to see how things had developed so wrongly between his sons. How could Carrot let this happen, why did he have to corrupt his younger brother with his filthy perversion? Was it resentment? Jealously? Twisted desires?
There had to be a way to put a halt to his sons’ unhealthy relationship without Marron blaming him. He knew Marron would temporarily be upset with him, but his younger son had to see that this was for his own good, that his father had his best interest at heart.
Onion sighed and walked away from the window. He had lost a good...no Rhubarb was not his friend, he couldn’t have ever been his friend. Rhubarb was a sick, foul disgusting piece of shit that had already cost him one son. But he refused to allow Rhubarb's actions to cause him to lose another child. He had no doubt that Rhubarb's molestation of Carrot lay at the heart of Marron and Carrot's....relationship.
He turned at the sound of laughter to see them race past him and hurtled up the stairs, then came the sounds of the girls’ shrieks and giggles. And among the shouts and screams, he winced, then the sound of something breaking, followed by abrupt guilty silence before laughter and shrieks began again.
And it struck him for the first time that he rarely ever saw Marron laughing, his face lit with joy and happiness…except around his brother. Then an uneasy shiver coursed down his spine, had Carrot started abusing Marron years ago? Was that why Marron always seemed so quiet and detached from the world? But he shook that thought off, quickly assuring himself that he would have seen evidence of the abuse.
Then a small voice whispered from the darkness of his mind, ~Like you saw when Rhubarb was abusing Carrot? Or maybe it’s because Marron is your favorite that you think you would have noticed.~
He swallowed hard at that thought and blindly shook his head. This whole situation was his fault; he had failed Carrot by not listening to him, calling him a liar and punishing him when he...Onion moaned low in his throat as another horrifying realization hit him.
Rhubarb had been going after Marron next! That’s why Carrot would drag the girls and Marron deep into the woods whenever the man came to visit. And silently his son would endure the blistering punishment from him when they returned. But time and again, Carrot would take the kids and disappear into the woods within minutes of Rhubarb's visit.
He stumbled into a chair and held his head in his hands as hot bitter tears flowed down his face at the enormity of what he allowed to happen to Carrot. Accepting the responsibility and blame for his duplicity in Carrot's childhood nightmare.
Onion breathed shakily and slapped his hands on his thighs before he stood up. And wiping his eyes, he vowed that he wasn't gonna let Marron suffer through this. Firming his jaw grimly, he was determined to help both his boys see the truth of what they were doing.
Later, during lunch, Carrot brought up the subject of an overnight camping trip at the table.
"Oooh, can we come," Chocolate asked mischievously and fought to hold in her giggles at the abrupt frown on Carrot's face.
"NO! This is a brother's night out," he insisted, throwing a casual arm over Marron's shoulder. "Ya gotcher own sister, take HER camping!"
Then he looked at Onion, who had remained silent throughout their little argument, "Say Pop, is it okay if me and Marron cut out of here after lunch?"
He really hoped the older man would say 'Yes'. It had been a good couple of days since he and Marron....and a rosy flush climbed his cheeks at the mental image of what he wanted.
Marron turned and stared quietly into Onion's eyes. Then he coolly interrupted what the senior Glace planned to say.
"Brother, I'm sure our father would be more than happy to get us out from underfoot. He can enjoy the relative peace and quiet, especially without your constant chatter." But his eyes were glittering with a deadly warning to Onion.
Carrot glanced between his two relatives in confusions, wondering about the staring duel. It was starting to make him a little jittery.
"Hey, I don't talk that much do I? It just *seems* like I talk a lot only because you like being the mysterious silent mage!" he protested with a warm squeeze around Marron's shoulder.
"And Carrot talks enough for the both of you," Tira snickered then jumped out of her chair with a mock shriek of fear when Carrot growled and chased after her. And after them came Chocolate, screaming that she would protect her little sister.
"So father, do we have your permission," Marron returned to the subject at hand as he sipped at his tea.
"Do you really need my permission," Onion retorted bitterly. His knuckles turning white from tension gripping him.
"No," was the calm answer.
"Marron, THINK how sick what Carrot is...," Onion burst out in angry frustration.
Marron set his teacup down with iron control, "Walk with me father. I think, perhaps, you laboring under some considerable delusions."
And angrily Onion pushed back his chair and stalked outside after Marron.
"Marron, look…I just can't understand how you got involved like this! You're supposed to be the level-headed one, the smart one, yet you allow Carrot to talk you into this...this...thing you have going between you," Onion yelled, when they were some distance away from the house.
Marron glanced up at his father, "I see that you are under the misimpression that this was somehow Carrot's idea?" And he laughed coldly at the horrified look on his father's face.
"Your's?!" Onion almost fell over in shock as he gazed at his serene younger son.
Marron merely nodded, "Father, perhaps you might recall that I mention that Carrot was brutally raped? So why on earth would you even imagine that he would willingly propose the idea of entering into a sexual relationship with someone? Even someone that he trusts and loves."
"Father, what they did to my brother...," he paused and swallowed hard before he continued harshly, "Father, they put this..this thing in him! And he would have died if we hadn't...," he stopped again and looked away.
"For what was done to my brother, they will pay," he announced in such a soft cold voice that it sent shivers up Onion's spine.
"Marron, son, I understand your frustration and anger at what happened to Carrot but let Mama and the Haz Knights bring those pieces of shits to justice," Onion said carefully, trying to bring Marron back from the edge and very much not liking the homicidal madness gleaming in his son's eyes.
Marron smiled briefly before he waved a hand in embarrassment, "I apologize Father, but the thought of my brother getting hurt always sends me in a tearing rage. Apparently it's something that Tina and Chocolate seem to find hilarious, but Carrot finds secretly mortifying,” he said a little ruefully.
Onion blinked before he asked cautiously, "Uhm, do you always act like this when Carrot gets hurt?"
"Of course, he's my brother and he acts the same when I get hurt," Marron glanced up in confusion at his father. Then he looked away and continued his main point.
"Father, for you to even think that this was Carrot’s idea is ridiculous. My niisan cares far too deeply for me to ever take advantage of me in such a way. And I...I could not bear to see in him in such a state, to be so frightened of the idea of sex. It took him several weeks to tell me of his problem and even longer for us to deal with it,” Marron admitted in a hoarse voice as he blinked away his tears.
He stopped walking and looked levelly at his father, "While this may not have been a solution that you may have forseen for us, it was the answer to his dilemma. He knows that I would never do anything to hurt or harm him."
"And you, why did you suggest this little solution," Onion struggled to get the words out as terrible understanding began filtering through his mind.
Marron simply regarded him with no expression.
"You're in love with him," Onion managed to choke out before he stomped away in futile rage. He came to back Marron, breathing harshly, his face twitching in revulsion before he stomped away again, struggling to get himself under control. Finally he turned and walked back to Marron, and struggled to understand: why did this happen? And where the hell was he when all this shit took place?
Marron sighed and looked away briefly, "I can see in your eyes that you believe my niisan knew of my feelings and choose to manipulate me in some way into making such an offer." He saw the betraying flicker in his father's eyes and shook his head sadly, threw up his hands in defeat.
“I've tried my best over the years to bring the two of you together, but I see it's an impossible task. I have never understand your...your distance and dislike of Carrot, and frankly at this point, I don't care!” Then he took a deep breath before he continued.
“But because you are my father, I will give you something that I rarely give to others," Marron stated quietly, his hands folded into the sleeves of his robes as a gust of wind suddenly swirled around them.
"What's that," Onion managed to grit out between clenched teeth.
Marron stepped closer and released the iron control on his emotions.
"I will give you a second warning since you evidently didn't believe me earlier. If you hurt my brother in any way, shape or form....I. WILL. KILL. YOU," he breathed out softly.
And Onion stepped carefully away from the deadly mage in front of him, finally opening his eyes to what his younger son had become. What he was.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to protect....," he stammered out, holding out his hands defensively.
Marron looked at his father coldly, "If I had a choice of facing Zaha Torte alone or accepting your dubious offer of protection, I think you already know which choice I would make."
And he left Onion standing with a taste of bitter ashes in his mouth...he had lost both his sons.
"Hey where d'ya and Pop take off to," Carrot was cheerful, glancing up as Marron came into door.
"Oh, we just had a few things to talk about," Marron smiled quietly at his beloved niisan.
Carrot paled, looking horrified, "You don't think he suspects d'ya?" His voice was lowered to a hoarse whisper.
Marron strolled over and hugged his brother, "Do you care if he does?" he needed to know and searched the shadowed dark eyes.
Carrot looked away, scratched his head and shuffled his feet, "Uhm..would I sound too perverted if I said 'Hell, no'?" he peeked up into Marron's face and smiled.
"Love you," Marron said briefly before backing Carrot against the wall and kissing the stammering, protesting mouth silent. Then he lifted his head to stare down into the drowsy, aroused face.
Carrot slowly opened his eyes and shuddered under the hungry look on his otouto's face. "Camp now," he growled and pushed the other away to dash up the stairs.
"Indeed yes!" Marron muttered, right behind his niisan.
And Onion faded back behind the door with a troubled look on his face. After witnessing his sons kiss with the familiarity of lovers he wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
Either he accepted their relationship or he needed to be prepared to lose his sons forever. But before he decided he just needed...he just needed to be sure that Carrot...that neither boys was taking advantage of the other.
"Mmmm," Carrot sighed and spread his arms wide with a contented, possessive look at the peaceful glade.
"It hasn't changed one bit," he said with immense satisfaction before whirling around and pulling Marron to his feet.
"C'mon, let's go swimming!" He shouted happily as he dragged the other boy to the pond's grassy edge.
"Niisan wait! We need to set up camp, the sleeping bags, the fire...," Marron laughingly protested and pulled back.
"Fire, shmire," Carrot said impatiently. "I wanna swim!"
"Then swim, but at least let me set up the camp and a fire," Marron pleaded with a slow smile as he pulled away.
Carrot huffed angrily then a wicked sly grin crossed his face…
"Ohhhhh Marron," he purred with a soft undertone of seductiveness in his voice.
"Hmmm.....," Marron turned around and froze, his breath caught harshly in his throat.
Then he breathed out hoarsely as Carrot slowly did a modified striptease for him.
And he followed every move of nimble fingers, as they fluttered over supple warm flesh. Sunkissed bronzed skin, hard stiff nipples that pouted so delightfully under Carrot’s fingerstips…a golden bronze belly that hollowed gracefully as the long fingers trailed…
With shyly lowered eyes Carrot performed for Marron and a wild blush raced across his cheeks before he lost his nerve and jumped into the pond. Screeching loudly at the coldness of the water.
"Fire, shmire," Marron muttered as he hastily pulled off his clothes, eager to join his nubile brother in the cool silky water.
And they played happily in the water. Chasing each other under the water, playing a teasing game of Tag. Squeezing the hardening erections before swimming rapidly off, now it was the other's turn to do the chasing. A kiss stolen here, a sliding caress across a lean hip, a gentle glide of a fingertip against a soft dimpled check. And each time their touches lingered longer, slowed down, until they simply stood in the water and kissed with hungry passion. Days of abstinence had them rocking and gasping in each other's embrace.
Marron finally pulled away and climbed out of the water, turned and silently extended a hand to a very aroused Carrot. Giving an easy tug, he soon had his hungry brother back in his arms and squirming against him with heady fervor. And they sank to the ground with Carrot trailing hot, worshipping kisses across his body.
Reverent touches against him, so intensely sensual...endlessly arousing as slowly arched into the caresses. Reveling in Carrot's need…their need for each other. And he pulled Carrot back to his greedy lips, the sheer sensuality that his niisan revealed in these moments always took his breath away. Soft lips and pliant body, lascivious dark eyes combined with their amorous desire...it was almost enough to release the tension building within him.
Almost but not quite.
Carrot kissed and laved at the succulent body, nibbling on the taut stiff nipples, sucking them eagerly into his mouth. There were times that his need for Marron overwhelmed his senses and he wondered again at what point did he allow his younger brother to have so much power over him, so much control. Shouldn't he be the more dominant one? But noooo, once he was in Marron's arms all he wanted was him...his brother, his baby brother fucking him into oblivion.
It was immoral…
It was disgusting…
…and it was everything he ever dreamed of having.
He wanted...no he NEEDED the love Marron gave to him endlessly, effortlessly. And it was love that they shared...’cause nothing this good, this mind shattering could be anything BUT love.
But still, he wondered sometimes why come he couldn't be the one in charge?
And slowly he kissed his way down to the hard shaft. Smiling at the gasping cries from above. Marron's love sounds soothing him, giving comfort to his uneasy soul. Who the hell cared whether he was top or bottom, Marron loved him and that was enough for him.
As he enveloped the hard shaft in his mouth, Carrot lost himself in contemplation of the proud length sliding across his tongue. This throbbing organ, the size, that wonderful dickshape...even the taste seeping from the head, was somehow easing his cravings yet steadily arousing him, making him even harder.
And as he licked and worshipped the thick organ he realized that there was a certain rhythm to his movements. A way he loved to suckle at the potent cock in order to make it more satisfying to Marron and in this moment of understanding he knew he was both master and slave. Weak and strong; dominant but submissive to Marron.
A contradiction to even himself.
But to test his idea, he deliberately pulled back, and nursed at just the tip. Sucking, tugging on the head of Marron's drooling organ, lapping hungrily at the ridge of the thick organ. Pulling, licking the head...only the wet, dripping head.
And Marron's groan told him everything he needed to know.
So he continued to fondle, to lick, to suck at that thick luscious tip. Only an inch would he take in his mouth. Just one little bitty inch was allowed within his hungry mouth. No matter badly Marron wanted in. He just kept his lips aching tight around the tip, refusing to allow his otouto further entrance. Only that single solitary inch was blessed to be inside.
“Please...”
He continued pulling, steadily sucking on the tip and willfully ignoring the hoarse pleading from above.
“Open your mouth...”
Chuckling mentally at the frustrated desperation in Marron's tone and the anxious bucking of the narrow hips.
Now this...this was power.
“Carrot....” came the low growl.
Uh oh, Marron's getting a little pissed. Aw, poor baby really wanted to come. Well, now that he understood HIS power, maybe he should give in to his brother's need.
Then taking a deep breath, he opened wider...and let Marron in. Backing away slightly as Marron seemed determined to choke him to death with his insistence on being in his mouth.
And with one last caressing lick...
“Carrot...,” Marron shouted, and exploded deep in Carrot's warm mouth...white thick shots of foam slid down his niisan’s face. Dripping from the encircling lips...there was so much of it, all over him, all over them both. And he kept firing bullet after bullet of thick luscious froth into the suckling lips his body arching and bucking into the warm interior as he gasped for breath.
And as he dragged harsh breaths into his lungs, Marron gave a glance down into mischievous brown eyes, “You are so evil,” he gasped out.
“Yeah, but ya love me anyhow,” Carrot replied cheerfully, giving one last caressing lick to Marron’s spent shaft.
“Come here,” Marron growled softly before he pulled the sturdy, lithe body into his arms and hungrily kissed the wet, pliant lips. He moaned deeply into the lush interior as he tasted himself deep within the honeyed mouth. Sighing deeply as he felt his arousal resurfacing from the warm and potent body squirming against him.
And looking up from the Carrot's luscious lips, he spied a low hanging thick tree branch and hurriedly pulled his niisan to his feet. Grabbing the blanket and fishing into his knapsack, he withdraw a small vial of oil before leading Carrot to it. Throwing the blanket over the the branch, he soon had Carrot bending over for him.
And soon it was Carrot's turn to writhe and moan as he slowly probed between the flexing cheeks, and into the warm caressing passage.
Gasping sighs, soft sobs and urgent cries for more only spurring him on. But he couldn't hurry this...never this. His niisan should only feel the pleasure without pain. He never wanted pain to be associated with his loving of Carrot. His beautiful niisan.
Gradually he worked three well oiled fingers deep into the spasming channel before he slowly introduced his length into the tight, flexing entrance. Sighing in unison with Carrot as they became one, it seemed, for the first time.
“So good,” he murmured, sinking deeper into the taut interior. Resting for a moment, just savoring the incredible pleasure.
“Are ya gonna to sleep back there or are ya gonna fuck me,” Carrot gasped out with annoyed impatience and wiggled his ass on the thick organ that rested deep within him.
“At my master commands,” Marron chuckled softly before bending over Carrot and pulling halfway out, then slamming back in. Drawing a hoarse scream from his niisan and to their mutual delight, he did it again and again. The deep moans of pleasure, of desire pulled from them both with every deep plunging stroke.
And he lost himself in the intensity, the wonder of loving his niisan. Where the only thing that existed in his world was bringing Carrot joy and pleasure.
Onion drew in a shuddering breath at the sheer poetic beauty of the scene before him.
The naked adoration in Marron's wide eyes, such deep emotion on the normally serene face that it practically shocked him; and the deep bottomless love that transfigured Carrot's face into an aching beauty that nearly rival Marron's own...he glowed so brightly...so clearly that he was almost moved to tears.
But it's wrong! They are brothers, he protested softly to himself as he turned away. And he tried vainly to block out the ecstatic, passionate cries from within the glade.
He just wanted things back to the way they were...~when Carrot was the bad one and Marron was his precious baby boy?~ whispered a dark thought.
And he froze as that sibilant voice kept whispering in his mind...filling his head with hateful nonsense.
~That's why you hate what's going on isn't it? Because then you'll see that your precious Marron is not so lily white, he's not some chaste little boy that you need to protect from 'bad' Carrot? Marron's all grown up now and he knows what he wants: his brother. And that's what you can't stand...that your sweet innocent little boy is not so 'pure'.~
~He's nothing like Apricot, he's never been anything like her. The only thing Marron has in common with his mother is his resemblance to her. You don't even know your own sons! Both boys are more like you than you want to believe. Carrot may look like you, but Marron...oh sweet little Marron is far more like you than his brother ever could be. While Carrot is certainly more hot-headed than Marron, but Marron, however, is far more capable of sheer destructiveness than Carrot, will ever be.~
~~But...but~~Onion tried to protest.
~But what? You rejected Carrot for actions that filthy monster did to him. He ran to you for protection and all you gave him was the back of your hand. How many times can you remember Carrot ever coming to you after that? Who did he run to when he broke his arm? When a snake bit him? Whose arms did he run to? It certainly wasn't yours, now was it?!~
~~I though he was lying~~ Onion replied softly to himself.
~You knew he was telling the truth~ came the shattering response out of the darkness.
~~NO!~ Onion shouted, denying the truth frantically. ~How could I know he was telling the truth? How could I know that something was wrong?! After that first time, he never said anything!~~
~Lie to everyone else if you must, but don't lie to me...after all I am you!~ came the angry reply before it continued.
~When he went from laughter and smiles to sullen despair and silence, you knew something was wrong! But you ignored his change and focused your time and attention on drinking. Drowning your sorrows in alcohol. Your 'claim' that you needed help with the children was just an excuse! Because you knew that Marron and Tira were far easier to take care of than Chocolate and Carrot. Leaving you plenty of time to continue your new little hobby.~
~~I lost my wife!~~Onion replied, becoming enraged at the unjust accusations his subconscious was making.
~And they lost their mother. But it got worse didn't it? Your son lost his innocence, his faith in you, as well as his trust. You did far more damage to your son than Rhubarb ever did.~ it condemned him coldly.
~~It was his damn fault that she died!~~ Onion snapped, and his eyes widened abruptly.
~And that's it exactly, isn't it? You blamed Carrot for her death, didn't you? If he just hadn't opened that door that night, she would still be alive. And you've been punishing him ever since for an act that he barely remembers.~ was the soft reply.
Onion sank to his knees among the leaf-strewn forest as he remembered the night Apricot died. The horrible scream she made, the terrified look of fear in Carrot's eyes at the blood on his mother's chest, and his sickening rage as he looked down at his scared, confused little boy....and he emptied his stomach onto the ground.
And he cried...cried hot scorching tears of disgust and shame. All this time, all this fuckin' time...he moaned and retched harshly onto the forest floor before he curled up in a ball of anguished self-revulsion.
Unaware of anything but his own self-loathing.
But gradually he became aware of a prickling stillness...something wrong. He slowly opened his eyes and scrambled to his feet as saw boots several feet away from his crouched position. And his eyes traveled up the long corded legs, up a broad muscular chest and finally focusing on a pair of frozen blue eyes. The face, along with the body, encased in black...but those eyes, that incredibly cold gaze...that icy color...and his eyes narrowed as familiarity teased his mind.
Slowly he rose to his feet without taking his eyes off the massive frame. He noted, with a critical eye, that mystery man wasn't quite his size but still...still Mystery Man in Black was built like an ox.
"Who the hell are you," he broke the silent duel of eyes with his harsh question as he shifted into a more defensive stance. Wincing at a particularly loud orgasmic scream from behind him and his eyes widen at the flicker from the motionless figure.
And finally, the answer came to him. His eyes narrowed dangerously, recalling where he seen those arctic blue eyes...
"GATEAU."
AUTHOR: WillJ (aka Lemonychocolate)
EMAIL: wmj166@yahoo.com
WEB SITE: n/a
PAIRG: Marron/Carrot (and yes they are brothers!)
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: Look people, I don't own the Bakuretsu Hunter, the Sorcerer Hunters or any other Hunters. They are a copyright by A.D. Vision
FEEDBACK: Hell yeah! Uhm, sorry, yes please.
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SPOILERS: none that I can think of.
SUMMARY:
A/N: Meet the Sorcerer Hunters: Five extraordinary young humans charged with the task of traveling the land in secrecy, hunting down evil Sorcerers--masters of powerful and forbidden magic who use their dark abilities to enslave, to kill the weak and helpless.
Carrot Glace, a lecherous young warrior, without many other talents, save one: the ability to transform into various giant beasts by feeding off the power of sorcerers when attacked by unfriendly magic.
Marron Glace, his younger brother and master of the Eastern magic; always cool, calm and collect unless someone hurts his older brother....then he become a raging psychopath.
Tira Misu, an unassuming woman who, when faced with a challenge, presents her rather dominant alter ego, secretly in love with Carrot Glace.
Chocolate Misu, her older sister the more forward of the two and even worse when she's ready to kick some ass with her needle tipped garrote wire. And very obvious about her lust for Carrot Glace.
Finally, Gateau Mocha, the muscle of the team with brains; a consummate flirt, especially with the beautiful Marron Glace.
Chapter 5
They're not gonna kill me, was all Carrot could think as they made their way home.
Marron slid an amused look down at his unusually silent brother. There should be something to immortalize this moment, he thought. Someone finally silenced his chattering niisan. Then his smile faded as he remembered the awful silence before, when his niisan was quiet from fear and terror. Perhaps a talkative niisan wasn't so bad, considering the alternative.
He looked up with a jerk and his eyes narrowed at a loud 'Hallooooo'.
"Uh uh," Carrot muttered softly as he felt the tension in the slender body walking at his side.
"Marron, remember he's our father and he loves ya," Carrot said urgently, gripping his brother's arm tightly for emphasis.
"You imply that he doesn't love you," Marron retorted coolly, stopping his forward motion and starring down into Carrot's wide anxious eyes.
Carrot blinked then blatantly ignored his brother’s reply and repeated stubbornly, "He's our father, so don't go all psycho on him. ‘Sides, I'm sure ya'll find plenty of other reasons that don't involve defending me, ya know? Anyhow, I been handling the old man lots longer than you and I’ve gotten pretty damn good at it if I do say so myself, and I’m saying so." And he held his breath in nervous anticipation until he received Marron’s grudging nod.
He let out breath in a long trembling sigh. He had accepted a long time ago that he and Onion were never going to have any kinda father/son bond. There was too many things between them, too many hateful words and angry silence. But he knew that the older Glace truly loved and adored Marron. And he cast a glance up at his younger brother, who wouldn't love his brother?
Marron was all the things he was not. He was fuckin' intelligent, very handy with all that magic shit, usually cool and calm in any situations but real scary when he was not, plus he was damn good with a sword. Yeah, his little brother was the man with the plan...Marron always knew what he was doing, Carrot thought proudly.
While he on the other hand, sometimes didn’t have enough sense to get out of the rain.
Not that he needed to be rescued all the times, he thought with an annoyed roll of his eyes and a fond look up at his serene brother.
"Race ya to the house," he shouted to Marron, as he abruptly ended his introspection. And slapping his brother on the arm, he was racing off and laughing at the protesting cry behind him.
Onion's smile was slightly tight as the laughing boys ran towards him. Mama had to be wrong about how badly Carrot had been hurt, he thought. Otherwise, how could he be this happy? She had to be wrong! But to be on the safe side, he enthusiastically held out his arms and swept his older, very much surprised, son into a breathless hug.
"Carrot! How are you, son?! Mama said that you had been hurt badly and that Marron took you away to heal. Are you all better? Isn't it just like your little brother to take care of your? He's such a good boy! I hope you weren't too much trouble for him, hmmm?" And as he set Carrot down he was surprised at the unreadable look Carrot threw him. Was that disappointment he saw? Nahhhh, and dismissed the idea.
Though a little startled at the gaze, still he turned and swept his beautiful Marron into a warm effusive hug of joy.
"Marron, you're looking more and more like your mother every day! I bet you have all the girls chasing after you! It was so generous of you to take care for your brother...you're so thoughtful! Just like your mother!" he cried. Finally, he released his son and simply stared into Marron's beautiful face.
Maybe it was because Marron looked so much like his beloved Apricot, he mused as he gazed down into the quietly composed face. He had many of her ways that it was eerie; her calm even temper. Why, he could count on one hand the number of times she raised or yelled. Even in battle, she never seemed to lose sweet and gentle nature.
So unlike were his sons that it was hard to believe that they were both his children. His older son was so loud and obnoxious. Carrot was always getting himself into trouble with his constant lying, grand ideas and skirt chasing. His son’s lies had almost cost him the friendship of a very dear man.
Why, when Rhubard had heard about Carrot's being hurt, he had cried! That poor man had cried and then quietly made excuses to leave the house. Onion shook his head in wonder, Rhubard was truly a good man to care about the feeling of someone that would sooner spit on him than talk to him.
And Onion firmed his jaw, well today he was going to put a stop to all the nonsense once and for all. Rhubarb was a friend of his and had helped him through some really bad times when Apricot passed away. It had been a real strain trying to take care of all four children at once. If it wasn’t for Rhubarb volunteering to take Carrot and Chocolate while he handled an endlessly crying Marron and Tira, he probably would have wound up in a nuthouse.
He came back to himself with a start, blinking at the strange glitter in Marron's eyes before dismissing it as a trick of the light.
"Boys, I've got a surprise for you! Actually it's more for Marron in thanks for looking after his big brother," he said over his shoulder to Carrot as he ushered them into the house.
And entering the room, his brows raising in surprise at the Misu sisters, missing the way Marron's brows were slowly descending in a slight frown of uneasy awareness that was stirring at the sight of the back the person gazing out of the window.
Chocolate keep an easy smile on her face as she stood in front of Tira. She had always felt an uncomfortable sensation around that man every since she was little kid. And since she was nervous she made it her duty to keep her little sister away from him.
Slowly, the man turned around and smiled quietly, his eyes soft and gentle, "Hello Marron, Carrot. Your father told me you were injured in your last battle and I only came to offer my sympathies."
Both Marron and Carrot froze at the sound of that voice before a deadly hiss escaped the younger Glace's lips....
"Rhubarb."
Onion had a frown on his face, watching as Carrot steadily kept backing away. His son was shaking his head violently from side to side, his eyes even wider than normal with a blank look in his eyes. And for a brief moment uncertainty flickered through his mind before he dismissed the thought. Carrot had lied as a child simply to get the attention he was too busy to spare.
He looked at the murderous expression on Marron's face in alarm, "Marron, you will stop this senseless behavior this second!"
"Very well," Marron replied quietly and pulled out an ofuda. And it crackled with deadly magical energy.
Carrot came out of his terror-induced daze and jumped at Marron with a cry of alarm. And forced his brother to sheath the deadly ofuda before he stood trembling, his eyes closed.
"THAT'S IT!" Onion yelled, his face dark with congested fury. "Look, I'm sorry Carrot to bring this out into the open but clearly you leave me no choice! Marron, you obviously been listening to your brother's tall tales about Rhubarb, but let me tell you something: Rhubarb's been my friend for years and he's been a very good friend to this family ever since your mother died! Of all people, I would know if he had molested Carrot. There's no way that I would not...," his words stuttered to a halt as the Misu sisters changed.
Battle ready and deadly.
"No wonder I've always hated you," Chocolate breathe, her deadly garrote stroking gently between her lips. Thoughtfully contemplating the best angle of attack that would cause the evil bastard the most pain.
Rhubarb lost his gentle expression and for the first time he began to look alarmed.
"I remember how you used to make us all go outside and play but Carrot had to stay inside...with you," Tira voice was wintery cold as her whip began dancing on the floor.
Onion's mouth dropped open before he whirled angrily on Carrot, "And now you're spread your filthy lies to Tira and Chocolate?!"
"Carrot has never said a damn thing to either of us," Chocolate voice held an unmistakably lust to kill.
Then Carrot's eyes slowly drifted open, "Old man, if that creature is not removed from our presence we will kill you both. Unlike the cub, we bear you no lingering fondness and we will not hesitate to kill you." And molten rage laced the soft purring tone.
Onion blinked as Tira and Chocolate immediately leapt away from Carrot.
"We? We?! And you'll WHAT?! Have you lost your damn mind, BOY!" The senior Glace roared and took a step towards Carrot in his fury.
Rhubarb had enough and with a sick look on his face, he tried to sidle out of the house.
But his escape was foiled by Chocolate's thread and he shuddered in terror as her voice caressed his ear.
"Going so soon? Why, the party's just begun! Stick around, it's gonna get very interesting in here," she purred and bit his ear, enjoying his shudders.
Marron quickly stepped between the two older Glace men and bowed deeply, "I would like to speak with my niisan. I do not think it is fair that I cannot be allowed to kill Rhubarb while all of you have the pleasure."
Onion stepped back in confusion, was Carrot's madness contagious? Then his eyes grew wide as misty shapes began flowing out of his older son.
Marron continued calmly, "I promised Carrot that I would not kill Rhubarb in the most painful manner I could think of. So you should not be allowed also." And his face was stubborn in its intensity.
"But *we* did not promise," came a sibilant whisper from an undulating coil of smoke.
"Nor did we," Tira stated coldly before her whip sang out.
And a thin red line appeared on Rhubarb's cheek. He touched his cheek with a shaky hand then drew it away and stared in shock at the crimson fluid that stained his fingers.
"Are you all insane?!" Onion shouted staring wildly around at his dangerous children.
"Father, you have a choice," Marron turned and stated calmly enough, but death lurked in his wide golden eyes.
"Either that...that pedophile goes...," he continued with little emotion in his voice.
And behind Onion, Rhubarb screamed as Chocolate's thread caressed his face. Leaving a burning sensation in its wake.
"Or what," Onion blustered, harshly glaring at his older son. This was his fault!
Marron pulled Carrot into his arms, "Or you will never see us again." And icy finality was evident in his voice.
Carrot leaned wearily against Marron as old nightmares resurfaced in his mind and with a stifled cry, he buried his face into Marron's robes. And slender arms held him securely, tightly sheltering him from harm.
"I can't believe that you are listening to the filthy lies that your brother's been filling your head with. Why if it hadn't been...for..." and his voice slowed as images flickered through his mind and he shook his head violently to get rid of them. It was’t true, it couldn’t be...
---picking up the children from Rhubarb's with the three younger kids always playing in the backyard. Yet, Carrot sat stiffly on the couch, no expression on his tiny face. Only those huge accusing eyes staring up at him
---the look of secret terror that he something would see flash across his oldest son's face whenever Rhubarb would visit
---the look of dumb hurt the first time he had disciplined Carrot for his 'lies'
---and finally the cool look of reproof in Big Mama's eyes when he was summoned to retrieved a runaway Carrot from her
…TRUE.
And he shattered into a thousand pieces of rage.
"YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! YOU FUCKIN' BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU!" he screamed. And whirling around he began pounding his fists into Rhubarb's face. Black sickening fury clouding his mind, his vision as horrible images kept playing in his mind.
Sobbing and gasping for breath, Rhubarb fought desperately back before was able to kick Onion away and stumble-run out the door, into the streets to safety and freedom.
And Onion collapsed to his knees. Rocking and sobbing at his culpability in the betrayal of his son.
Marron gave one emotionless look at their father before leading his shaky brother away to their bedroom. And the misty shapes retreated back within Carrot.
Stripping his shivering niisan quickly and easing Carrot into the bed, he began rushing about the room, piling the bed with blankets and crawling in, he grimly held on to the shuddering body. Feeling nausea churning in his stomach.
Tira and Chocolate knocked tentatively on the door and softly called Marron's name before they entered. They knelt on the side of the bed, pain etched on their faces as well as guilt.
"How is he," Tira whispered gently at the dark head pressed into Marron's chest. Blinking back her tears at the endless quivers that shook Carrot’s frame.
"I don't know," Marron replied quietly, frustration evident in his eyes as he stroked soothingly at the tumbled silky locks.
“I didn't know,” Chocolate moaned and leaned against Tira as tears slipped down her face. “I swear, Marron, Carrot, I didn't know!”
“It's okay, he didn't want you two to know. He didn't want me to know either,” Marron replied quietly.
Onion hesitantly entered the room with a look of deep abject shame in his eyes. He could barely look at any of them. So deep into shock he didn't even flinch when both Misu sisters smoothly got to their feet in front of the bed, their eyes hard and extremely violent.
"I'm sorry...I...I....didn't," he stammered helplessly under Marron distinctly cool and hostile eyes before he fled the evidence of his betrayal.
And the days passed gradually as Onion watched Carrot slowly regain his equilibrium, with Marron an almost constant presence at his brother's side. Seeing joy and laughter creeping softly, tentatively back to his oldest son's face. He realized with a sense of shock just how much the other three cared so deeply for his son, depended on him.
What surprised him was Tira and Chocolate the care that they showered on Carrot. Everyone knew that the two Misu sisters were in love with Carrot, and would practically beat him up for daring to look, much less lust after any female. And he never figured out what drew them to Carrot especially when Marron was far more beautiful than his brother could ever hope to be. But now he saw...now he remembered all the times when he was too busy, exactly who took care of the younger children: Carrot.
And he watched now as the Tira and Chocolate effortless returned the care that had been given to them, giving back the love to Carrot. Staying by his side when Marron had to leave him, making him laugh, getting him angry...just pulling emotions out of him, helping him to recover.
As for Marron…Onion had always thought Marron secretly resented the fact that his brother was practically useless and needed to be rescued far too many times.
But he could plainly see that Marron adored his older brother and what he saw led to another very disturbing thought. So he began to close watch his sons, scrambling to deny the truth of what he saw.
The small touches, the long looks and just the way they acted around one another. And he felt his gorge rising at the incredibly filthy thoughts that were slowly taking shape in his mind.
And he decided to confront Marron about his suspicions, to force the younger one to react with rage and disgust, to tell him that he was wrong. But all the while Onion knew what he saw couldn’t be denied.
So he waited for the proper moment, waited with strained patience until Carrot returned to the house for a brief time. Leaving him and Marron alone outside in the garden.
"Marron," he began abruptly, then stopped, unsure of how to proceed in this tricky conversation.
And the youngest Glace placed a finger in his book, marking his place before turning a disturbingly fathomless gaze on the older man.
"Yes, Father?"
"Marron, I know," Onion said harshly and hastily tried to gentle his tone as Marron's brow at first rose then contracted in a slight frown of confusion.
"Know what?" the mage asked quietly, his eyes half-closed in the sunlight.
Onion ran a hand through his hair and paced back and forth uncomfortably.
"I know about you and Carrot. My God, Marron he's your fuckin’ brother! How can you...I mean, can't you see how disgustingly sick and unhealthy what you two are doing?!" And his voice rose in a near shout.
Marron's was silent before he slowly lifted his eyes to his father.
And Onion recoiled at the burning look of disgust and scorn in his son's eyes.
"Let me tell you of disgust, dear Father. Disgust is when a young child runs to his father being forced into acts of unspeakable depravity and is soundly punished for 'lying'. Unhealthy is when a child is not even able to trust the one person he should be able to trust, his father. Sick is when a child is sent repeatedly to his rapist by an uncaring parent. Does any of this sound familiar to you…Father? Shall I tell you more?"
And Onion could only listen in mute horror as the deep husky voice proceeded to tell him, in great detail...everything.
About their assignments as Sorcerer Hunters, about how many times they faced death...what dreadful things were done to Carrot and how they had almost lost him…and how they had saved him.
"Now tell me dear Father," and Marron laid so much bitter scorn on the word that Onion actually flinched from the whiplike sting. "Which do you find more disgusting and unhealthy: your culpability in his molestation or the fact that Carrot and I are lovers?"
Onion opened and closed his mouth helplessly unable to think of a response or defend his actions.
"Go away Father…I find the sight of *you* disgusting," Marron quietly stated with burning contempt.
And as a stunned Onion turned to leave, Marron called to him.
"Oh and Father, if you should decide to mention any part of this conversation to my brother, I will hurt you in ways that you imagine exist in some dark twisted nightmare. And should you speak to Carrot about how you find our relationship *disgusting* I will kill you." And all this was said in such a calm tone that it left no doubt in Onion mind as to where his younger son's loyalty lay.
Shaken, he turned and walked away.
Carrot came bouncing around the corner of the house, bubbling with good cheer. His exuberant smile faltered slightly at the strange glance Onion gave him, but he shrugged it off. He had more important matters on his mind, like sneaking away for a little camping trip with Marron.
"Ohhhh, Marron," and he tried unsuccessfully to keep his wide grin off his face. Manfully he repressed his desire to laugh at the wary look Marron gave him.
"Niisan," Marron nodded and narrowed his eyes at the cheerfully mischievous look on Carrot's face.
The older boy casually leaned against his brother's chair and affected a nonchalant attitude, "Pretty day doncha think?"
"Yessss," Marron admitted cautiously as he tried to figure out what Carrot had planned in his devious little mind.
"It looks like a pretty good day for camping," Carrot smiled, practically rubbing his hands together with glee.
Marron glanced up at the sky with a puzzled look, then at Carrot's profile and realization dawned in his eyes.
"Hmmm, personally I think that it looks like it might start raining later on tonight," he murmured, lowering his eyes to hide the teasing light he knew was lurking within.
Carrot frowned and straightened up abruptly, "Rain? No way, man! It’s gonna be a clear night. Perfect for camping out," he insisted. This was not going the way he wanted it too!
"I would think niisan that with all our adventuring that you would relish sleeping in a soft comfortable bed. I certainly do," Marron replied quietly, quickly raising his book to cover the smirk on his face.
Carrot huffed angrily and crossed his arms, "Look I wanna sleep in the woods so we can fuck our brains out!" And uncrossing his arm, he pulled Marron's book down saying aggressively, "Ya got a problem with that?!"
"Well, why didn't you just say so?" and this time Marron couldn’t suppress the laughter in his voice.
"You bastard!" Carrot hissed, staring down into Marron's laughing eyes.
The younger Glace hurriedly scrambled out of his chair and slowly backed away, "Now niisan, calm down...it was just a tiny joke," Marron tried to say past his giggles before he whirled around and took off. Running away with a laughing Carrot in hot pursuit.
Onion stared out the window. Watching his two laughing boys, wondering where did he go wrong. When did he fail as a parent *not * to see how things had developed so wrongly between his sons. How could Carrot let this happen, why did he have to corrupt his younger brother with his filthy perversion? Was it resentment? Jealously? Twisted desires?
There had to be a way to put a halt to his sons’ unhealthy relationship without Marron blaming him. He knew Marron would temporarily be upset with him, but his younger son had to see that this was for his own good, that his father had his best interest at heart.
Onion sighed and walked away from the window. He had lost a good...no Rhubarb was not his friend, he couldn’t have ever been his friend. Rhubarb was a sick, foul disgusting piece of shit that had already cost him one son. But he refused to allow Rhubarb's actions to cause him to lose another child. He had no doubt that Rhubarb's molestation of Carrot lay at the heart of Marron and Carrot's....relationship.
He turned at the sound of laughter to see them race past him and hurtled up the stairs, then came the sounds of the girls’ shrieks and giggles. And among the shouts and screams, he winced, then the sound of something breaking, followed by abrupt guilty silence before laughter and shrieks began again.
And it struck him for the first time that he rarely ever saw Marron laughing, his face lit with joy and happiness…except around his brother. Then an uneasy shiver coursed down his spine, had Carrot started abusing Marron years ago? Was that why Marron always seemed so quiet and detached from the world? But he shook that thought off, quickly assuring himself that he would have seen evidence of the abuse.
Then a small voice whispered from the darkness of his mind, ~Like you saw when Rhubarb was abusing Carrot? Or maybe it’s because Marron is your favorite that you think you would have noticed.~
He swallowed hard at that thought and blindly shook his head. This whole situation was his fault; he had failed Carrot by not listening to him, calling him a liar and punishing him when he...Onion moaned low in his throat as another horrifying realization hit him.
Rhubarb had been going after Marron next! That’s why Carrot would drag the girls and Marron deep into the woods whenever the man came to visit. And silently his son would endure the blistering punishment from him when they returned. But time and again, Carrot would take the kids and disappear into the woods within minutes of Rhubarb's visit.
He stumbled into a chair and held his head in his hands as hot bitter tears flowed down his face at the enormity of what he allowed to happen to Carrot. Accepting the responsibility and blame for his duplicity in Carrot's childhood nightmare.
Onion breathed shakily and slapped his hands on his thighs before he stood up. And wiping his eyes, he vowed that he wasn't gonna let Marron suffer through this. Firming his jaw grimly, he was determined to help both his boys see the truth of what they were doing.
Later, during lunch, Carrot brought up the subject of an overnight camping trip at the table.
"Oooh, can we come," Chocolate asked mischievously and fought to hold in her giggles at the abrupt frown on Carrot's face.
"NO! This is a brother's night out," he insisted, throwing a casual arm over Marron's shoulder. "Ya gotcher own sister, take HER camping!"
Then he looked at Onion, who had remained silent throughout their little argument, "Say Pop, is it okay if me and Marron cut out of here after lunch?"
He really hoped the older man would say 'Yes'. It had been a good couple of days since he and Marron....and a rosy flush climbed his cheeks at the mental image of what he wanted.
Marron turned and stared quietly into Onion's eyes. Then he coolly interrupted what the senior Glace planned to say.
"Brother, I'm sure our father would be more than happy to get us out from underfoot. He can enjoy the relative peace and quiet, especially without your constant chatter." But his eyes were glittering with a deadly warning to Onion.
Carrot glanced between his two relatives in confusions, wondering about the staring duel. It was starting to make him a little jittery.
"Hey, I don't talk that much do I? It just *seems* like I talk a lot only because you like being the mysterious silent mage!" he protested with a warm squeeze around Marron's shoulder.
"And Carrot talks enough for the both of you," Tira snickered then jumped out of her chair with a mock shriek of fear when Carrot growled and chased after her. And after them came Chocolate, screaming that she would protect her little sister.
"So father, do we have your permission," Marron returned to the subject at hand as he sipped at his tea.
"Do you really need my permission," Onion retorted bitterly. His knuckles turning white from tension gripping him.
"No," was the calm answer.
"Marron, THINK how sick what Carrot is...," Onion burst out in angry frustration.
Marron set his teacup down with iron control, "Walk with me father. I think, perhaps, you laboring under some considerable delusions."
And angrily Onion pushed back his chair and stalked outside after Marron.
"Marron, look…I just can't understand how you got involved like this! You're supposed to be the level-headed one, the smart one, yet you allow Carrot to talk you into this...this...thing you have going between you," Onion yelled, when they were some distance away from the house.
Marron glanced up at his father, "I see that you are under the misimpression that this was somehow Carrot's idea?" And he laughed coldly at the horrified look on his father's face.
"Your's?!" Onion almost fell over in shock as he gazed at his serene younger son.
Marron merely nodded, "Father, perhaps you might recall that I mention that Carrot was brutally raped? So why on earth would you even imagine that he would willingly propose the idea of entering into a sexual relationship with someone? Even someone that he trusts and loves."
"Father, what they did to my brother...," he paused and swallowed hard before he continued harshly, "Father, they put this..this thing in him! And he would have died if we hadn't...," he stopped again and looked away.
"For what was done to my brother, they will pay," he announced in such a soft cold voice that it sent shivers up Onion's spine.
"Marron, son, I understand your frustration and anger at what happened to Carrot but let Mama and the Haz Knights bring those pieces of shits to justice," Onion said carefully, trying to bring Marron back from the edge and very much not liking the homicidal madness gleaming in his son's eyes.
Marron smiled briefly before he waved a hand in embarrassment, "I apologize Father, but the thought of my brother getting hurt always sends me in a tearing rage. Apparently it's something that Tina and Chocolate seem to find hilarious, but Carrot finds secretly mortifying,” he said a little ruefully.
Onion blinked before he asked cautiously, "Uhm, do you always act like this when Carrot gets hurt?"
"Of course, he's my brother and he acts the same when I get hurt," Marron glanced up in confusion at his father. Then he looked away and continued his main point.
"Father, for you to even think that this was Carrot’s idea is ridiculous. My niisan cares far too deeply for me to ever take advantage of me in such a way. And I...I could not bear to see in him in such a state, to be so frightened of the idea of sex. It took him several weeks to tell me of his problem and even longer for us to deal with it,” Marron admitted in a hoarse voice as he blinked away his tears.
He stopped walking and looked levelly at his father, "While this may not have been a solution that you may have forseen for us, it was the answer to his dilemma. He knows that I would never do anything to hurt or harm him."
"And you, why did you suggest this little solution," Onion struggled to get the words out as terrible understanding began filtering through his mind.
Marron simply regarded him with no expression.
"You're in love with him," Onion managed to choke out before he stomped away in futile rage. He came to back Marron, breathing harshly, his face twitching in revulsion before he stomped away again, struggling to get himself under control. Finally he turned and walked back to Marron, and struggled to understand: why did this happen? And where the hell was he when all this shit took place?
Marron sighed and looked away briefly, "I can see in your eyes that you believe my niisan knew of my feelings and choose to manipulate me in some way into making such an offer." He saw the betraying flicker in his father's eyes and shook his head sadly, threw up his hands in defeat.
“I've tried my best over the years to bring the two of you together, but I see it's an impossible task. I have never understand your...your distance and dislike of Carrot, and frankly at this point, I don't care!” Then he took a deep breath before he continued.
“But because you are my father, I will give you something that I rarely give to others," Marron stated quietly, his hands folded into the sleeves of his robes as a gust of wind suddenly swirled around them.
"What's that," Onion managed to grit out between clenched teeth.
Marron stepped closer and released the iron control on his emotions.
"I will give you a second warning since you evidently didn't believe me earlier. If you hurt my brother in any way, shape or form....I. WILL. KILL. YOU," he breathed out softly.
And Onion stepped carefully away from the deadly mage in front of him, finally opening his eyes to what his younger son had become. What he was.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to protect....," he stammered out, holding out his hands defensively.
Marron looked at his father coldly, "If I had a choice of facing Zaha Torte alone or accepting your dubious offer of protection, I think you already know which choice I would make."
And he left Onion standing with a taste of bitter ashes in his mouth...he had lost both his sons.
"Hey where d'ya and Pop take off to," Carrot was cheerful, glancing up as Marron came into door.
"Oh, we just had a few things to talk about," Marron smiled quietly at his beloved niisan.
Carrot paled, looking horrified, "You don't think he suspects d'ya?" His voice was lowered to a hoarse whisper.
Marron strolled over and hugged his brother, "Do you care if he does?" he needed to know and searched the shadowed dark eyes.
Carrot looked away, scratched his head and shuffled his feet, "Uhm..would I sound too perverted if I said 'Hell, no'?" he peeked up into Marron's face and smiled.
"Love you," Marron said briefly before backing Carrot against the wall and kissing the stammering, protesting mouth silent. Then he lifted his head to stare down into the drowsy, aroused face.
Carrot slowly opened his eyes and shuddered under the hungry look on his otouto's face. "Camp now," he growled and pushed the other away to dash up the stairs.
"Indeed yes!" Marron muttered, right behind his niisan.
And Onion faded back behind the door with a troubled look on his face. After witnessing his sons kiss with the familiarity of lovers he wasn’t sure of anything anymore.
Either he accepted their relationship or he needed to be prepared to lose his sons forever. But before he decided he just needed...he just needed to be sure that Carrot...that neither boys was taking advantage of the other.
"Mmmm," Carrot sighed and spread his arms wide with a contented, possessive look at the peaceful glade.
"It hasn't changed one bit," he said with immense satisfaction before whirling around and pulling Marron to his feet.
"C'mon, let's go swimming!" He shouted happily as he dragged the other boy to the pond's grassy edge.
"Niisan wait! We need to set up camp, the sleeping bags, the fire...," Marron laughingly protested and pulled back.
"Fire, shmire," Carrot said impatiently. "I wanna swim!"
"Then swim, but at least let me set up the camp and a fire," Marron pleaded with a slow smile as he pulled away.
Carrot huffed angrily then a wicked sly grin crossed his face…
"Ohhhhh Marron," he purred with a soft undertone of seductiveness in his voice.
"Hmmm.....," Marron turned around and froze, his breath caught harshly in his throat.
Then he breathed out hoarsely as Carrot slowly did a modified striptease for him.
And he followed every move of nimble fingers, as they fluttered over supple warm flesh. Sunkissed bronzed skin, hard stiff nipples that pouted so delightfully under Carrot’s fingerstips…a golden bronze belly that hollowed gracefully as the long fingers trailed…
With shyly lowered eyes Carrot performed for Marron and a wild blush raced across his cheeks before he lost his nerve and jumped into the pond. Screeching loudly at the coldness of the water.
"Fire, shmire," Marron muttered as he hastily pulled off his clothes, eager to join his nubile brother in the cool silky water.
And they played happily in the water. Chasing each other under the water, playing a teasing game of Tag. Squeezing the hardening erections before swimming rapidly off, now it was the other's turn to do the chasing. A kiss stolen here, a sliding caress across a lean hip, a gentle glide of a fingertip against a soft dimpled check. And each time their touches lingered longer, slowed down, until they simply stood in the water and kissed with hungry passion. Days of abstinence had them rocking and gasping in each other's embrace.
Marron finally pulled away and climbed out of the water, turned and silently extended a hand to a very aroused Carrot. Giving an easy tug, he soon had his hungry brother back in his arms and squirming against him with heady fervor. And they sank to the ground with Carrot trailing hot, worshipping kisses across his body.
Reverent touches against him, so intensely sensual...endlessly arousing as slowly arched into the caresses. Reveling in Carrot's need…their need for each other. And he pulled Carrot back to his greedy lips, the sheer sensuality that his niisan revealed in these moments always took his breath away. Soft lips and pliant body, lascivious dark eyes combined with their amorous desire...it was almost enough to release the tension building within him.
Almost but not quite.
Carrot kissed and laved at the succulent body, nibbling on the taut stiff nipples, sucking them eagerly into his mouth. There were times that his need for Marron overwhelmed his senses and he wondered again at what point did he allow his younger brother to have so much power over him, so much control. Shouldn't he be the more dominant one? But noooo, once he was in Marron's arms all he wanted was him...his brother, his baby brother fucking him into oblivion.
It was immoral…
It was disgusting…
…and it was everything he ever dreamed of having.
He wanted...no he NEEDED the love Marron gave to him endlessly, effortlessly. And it was love that they shared...’cause nothing this good, this mind shattering could be anything BUT love.
But still, he wondered sometimes why come he couldn't be the one in charge?
And slowly he kissed his way down to the hard shaft. Smiling at the gasping cries from above. Marron's love sounds soothing him, giving comfort to his uneasy soul. Who the hell cared whether he was top or bottom, Marron loved him and that was enough for him.
As he enveloped the hard shaft in his mouth, Carrot lost himself in contemplation of the proud length sliding across his tongue. This throbbing organ, the size, that wonderful dickshape...even the taste seeping from the head, was somehow easing his cravings yet steadily arousing him, making him even harder.
And as he licked and worshipped the thick organ he realized that there was a certain rhythm to his movements. A way he loved to suckle at the potent cock in order to make it more satisfying to Marron and in this moment of understanding he knew he was both master and slave. Weak and strong; dominant but submissive to Marron.
A contradiction to even himself.
But to test his idea, he deliberately pulled back, and nursed at just the tip. Sucking, tugging on the head of Marron's drooling organ, lapping hungrily at the ridge of the thick organ. Pulling, licking the head...only the wet, dripping head.
And Marron's groan told him everything he needed to know.
So he continued to fondle, to lick, to suck at that thick luscious tip. Only an inch would he take in his mouth. Just one little bitty inch was allowed within his hungry mouth. No matter badly Marron wanted in. He just kept his lips aching tight around the tip, refusing to allow his otouto further entrance. Only that single solitary inch was blessed to be inside.
“Please...”
He continued pulling, steadily sucking on the tip and willfully ignoring the hoarse pleading from above.
“Open your mouth...”
Chuckling mentally at the frustrated desperation in Marron's tone and the anxious bucking of the narrow hips.
Now this...this was power.
“Carrot....” came the low growl.
Uh oh, Marron's getting a little pissed. Aw, poor baby really wanted to come. Well, now that he understood HIS power, maybe he should give in to his brother's need.
Then taking a deep breath, he opened wider...and let Marron in. Backing away slightly as Marron seemed determined to choke him to death with his insistence on being in his mouth.
And with one last caressing lick...
“Carrot...,” Marron shouted, and exploded deep in Carrot's warm mouth...white thick shots of foam slid down his niisan’s face. Dripping from the encircling lips...there was so much of it, all over him, all over them both. And he kept firing bullet after bullet of thick luscious froth into the suckling lips his body arching and bucking into the warm interior as he gasped for breath.
And as he dragged harsh breaths into his lungs, Marron gave a glance down into mischievous brown eyes, “You are so evil,” he gasped out.
“Yeah, but ya love me anyhow,” Carrot replied cheerfully, giving one last caressing lick to Marron’s spent shaft.
“Come here,” Marron growled softly before he pulled the sturdy, lithe body into his arms and hungrily kissed the wet, pliant lips. He moaned deeply into the lush interior as he tasted himself deep within the honeyed mouth. Sighing deeply as he felt his arousal resurfacing from the warm and potent body squirming against him.
And looking up from the Carrot's luscious lips, he spied a low hanging thick tree branch and hurriedly pulled his niisan to his feet. Grabbing the blanket and fishing into his knapsack, he withdraw a small vial of oil before leading Carrot to it. Throwing the blanket over the the branch, he soon had Carrot bending over for him.
And soon it was Carrot's turn to writhe and moan as he slowly probed between the flexing cheeks, and into the warm caressing passage.
Gasping sighs, soft sobs and urgent cries for more only spurring him on. But he couldn't hurry this...never this. His niisan should only feel the pleasure without pain. He never wanted pain to be associated with his loving of Carrot. His beautiful niisan.
Gradually he worked three well oiled fingers deep into the spasming channel before he slowly introduced his length into the tight, flexing entrance. Sighing in unison with Carrot as they became one, it seemed, for the first time.
“So good,” he murmured, sinking deeper into the taut interior. Resting for a moment, just savoring the incredible pleasure.
“Are ya gonna to sleep back there or are ya gonna fuck me,” Carrot gasped out with annoyed impatience and wiggled his ass on the thick organ that rested deep within him.
“At my master commands,” Marron chuckled softly before bending over Carrot and pulling halfway out, then slamming back in. Drawing a hoarse scream from his niisan and to their mutual delight, he did it again and again. The deep moans of pleasure, of desire pulled from them both with every deep plunging stroke.
And he lost himself in the intensity, the wonder of loving his niisan. Where the only thing that existed in his world was bringing Carrot joy and pleasure.
Onion drew in a shuddering breath at the sheer poetic beauty of the scene before him.
The naked adoration in Marron's wide eyes, such deep emotion on the normally serene face that it practically shocked him; and the deep bottomless love that transfigured Carrot's face into an aching beauty that nearly rival Marron's own...he glowed so brightly...so clearly that he was almost moved to tears.
But it's wrong! They are brothers, he protested softly to himself as he turned away. And he tried vainly to block out the ecstatic, passionate cries from within the glade.
He just wanted things back to the way they were...~when Carrot was the bad one and Marron was his precious baby boy?~ whispered a dark thought.
And he froze as that sibilant voice kept whispering in his mind...filling his head with hateful nonsense.
~That's why you hate what's going on isn't it? Because then you'll see that your precious Marron is not so lily white, he's not some chaste little boy that you need to protect from 'bad' Carrot? Marron's all grown up now and he knows what he wants: his brother. And that's what you can't stand...that your sweet innocent little boy is not so 'pure'.~
~He's nothing like Apricot, he's never been anything like her. The only thing Marron has in common with his mother is his resemblance to her. You don't even know your own sons! Both boys are more like you than you want to believe. Carrot may look like you, but Marron...oh sweet little Marron is far more like you than his brother ever could be. While Carrot is certainly more hot-headed than Marron, but Marron, however, is far more capable of sheer destructiveness than Carrot, will ever be.~
~~But...but~~Onion tried to protest.
~But what? You rejected Carrot for actions that filthy monster did to him. He ran to you for protection and all you gave him was the back of your hand. How many times can you remember Carrot ever coming to you after that? Who did he run to when he broke his arm? When a snake bit him? Whose arms did he run to? It certainly wasn't yours, now was it?!~
~~I though he was lying~~ Onion replied softly to himself.
~You knew he was telling the truth~ came the shattering response out of the darkness.
~~NO!~ Onion shouted, denying the truth frantically. ~How could I know he was telling the truth? How could I know that something was wrong?! After that first time, he never said anything!~~
~Lie to everyone else if you must, but don't lie to me...after all I am you!~ came the angry reply before it continued.
~When he went from laughter and smiles to sullen despair and silence, you knew something was wrong! But you ignored his change and focused your time and attention on drinking. Drowning your sorrows in alcohol. Your 'claim' that you needed help with the children was just an excuse! Because you knew that Marron and Tira were far easier to take care of than Chocolate and Carrot. Leaving you plenty of time to continue your new little hobby.~
~~I lost my wife!~~Onion replied, becoming enraged at the unjust accusations his subconscious was making.
~And they lost their mother. But it got worse didn't it? Your son lost his innocence, his faith in you, as well as his trust. You did far more damage to your son than Rhubarb ever did.~ it condemned him coldly.
~~It was his damn fault that she died!~~ Onion snapped, and his eyes widened abruptly.
~And that's it exactly, isn't it? You blamed Carrot for her death, didn't you? If he just hadn't opened that door that night, she would still be alive. And you've been punishing him ever since for an act that he barely remembers.~ was the soft reply.
Onion sank to his knees among the leaf-strewn forest as he remembered the night Apricot died. The horrible scream she made, the terrified look of fear in Carrot's eyes at the blood on his mother's chest, and his sickening rage as he looked down at his scared, confused little boy....and he emptied his stomach onto the ground.
And he cried...cried hot scorching tears of disgust and shame. All this time, all this fuckin' time...he moaned and retched harshly onto the forest floor before he curled up in a ball of anguished self-revulsion.
Unaware of anything but his own self-loathing.
But gradually he became aware of a prickling stillness...something wrong. He slowly opened his eyes and scrambled to his feet as saw boots several feet away from his crouched position. And his eyes traveled up the long corded legs, up a broad muscular chest and finally focusing on a pair of frozen blue eyes. The face, along with the body, encased in black...but those eyes, that incredibly cold gaze...that icy color...and his eyes narrowed as familiarity teased his mind.
Slowly he rose to his feet without taking his eyes off the massive frame. He noted, with a critical eye, that mystery man wasn't quite his size but still...still Mystery Man in Black was built like an ox.
"Who the hell are you," he broke the silent duel of eyes with his harsh question as he shifted into a more defensive stance. Wincing at a particularly loud orgasmic scream from behind him and his eyes widen at the flicker from the motionless figure.
And finally, the answer came to him. His eyes narrowed dangerously, recalling where he seen those arctic blue eyes...
"GATEAU."