Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Just A Game ❯ Distraction ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
The TVs on, but no one's watching.
Gateau/Marron
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 633 | Status: Completed
The TVs on, but no one's watching.
Gateau/Marron
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 02.06.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.0K | Visits: 633 | Status: Completed
Alternate universe? I guess so, TV, grocery store, Marron's a college student...who knows...who cares...you're just here for the lemon, right?
Just Football
Setting his beer can on the coffee table, Gateau pulled the remote from the cushions and turned on the television. With a smile as he found a football game on, he took a heavy seat on the black leather couch. He popped the tab on the beer and took a long drink, wished Tira would hurry back from the grocery store with his requested snack foods and possibly takeout for dinner.
When the door opened, he turned to look at it in expectation, but it was Marron, not Tira, who entered. Gateau's mind, and even his stomach, refused to be disappointed as he stared at the boy. Dressed in form-fitting jeans and a black turtleneck, Marron had tied his hair back and wore his glasses, looking every bit the scholar and incredibly sexy to boot. Setting his bag by the door, he wandered over to the couch and looked down at Gateau.
The blond smiled, scooting over to one side and letting Marron take a seat beside him. Casually, he draped an arm over the boy's shoulder, pulling him close. Marron seemed content to lean against him, but shook his head disdainfully as Gateau offered him a drink of his beer.
"Football?" he asked, glancing at the TV.
"Yeah, you mind?"
He shook his head to indicate the negative, curling closer to Gateau and pulling his feet up onto the couch. They spent a few moments in silence, save for the quiet yelling of the sports program, before Gateau noticed the curious touches Marron was running up and down his leg. Never one to object to any attention from the other, he was content to stay silent less he scare the other out of whatever it was he was thinking. Soon, though, Marron became bored and moved on to other areas, namely, the hand that hung near his shoulder.
Soft brushes teased Gateau's fingers, almost reverent and full of thought. He gained, not unaware, Gateau's full attention as he turned his head to kiss the tip of Gateau's thumb, then his index finger. He repeated the last action, lips slightly open, moist tongue catching the very end of Gateau's finger. The blond was so occupied in Marron's motions that he forgot to breath as the end of his digit disappeared into the soft mouth of his lover. Pulling back, Marron took his own deep breath, eyes closed.
Gateau smiled, his lover must be in an exceptional mood to initiate anything in such a blatant and alluring manner. Or perhaps football was just that boring for him. Either way . . .
Taking Marron's chin in his hand, Gateau turned the mage's head and caught his lips with his own. Readily Marron opened his lips, deepening the kiss, feeling Gateau's hand come up to rest on his cheek; he covered it with his own hand. Then they were moving back together, Marron pressed into the couch, Gateau carefully balancing his weight above the other. When he finally pulled back, Marron smiled up at him charmingly.
"Hinting at something Beautiful?" Gateau questioned, carefully removing his lover's glasses.
"Not a thing," he replied, hands moving up beneath Gateau's t-shirt to run over his toned abs.
Gateau caught his hands, directing them over his head as he stripped off the black shirt, leaving it wrapped around the younger boy's wrists. Marron gasped as Gateau licked roughly at his chest and neck, biting down at his left nipple, but wasting little time approaching the waistline of his jeans. Pulling at the snap, he pushed the denim down about the boy's hips just enough to get at the thin-clothed member beneath. Slipping a hand just between Marron's legs, he rubbed upward through the cotton briefs, earning a smile of satisfaction from the other.
Marron worked to untangled his hands from the black cloth, dropping the shirt to the floor and sitting up. Gently he ran a hand through Gateau's hair, and the blonde, quite ready to comply, removed the thin barrier and took Marron's semi-erect organ into his mouth. With one hand massaging the boy's balls, he worked up and down the shaft, using his tongue to stimulate certain areas. The recipient of this attention was quite content, reclined back against the couch with a smile to rival any well-fed cat.
Gateau gave up his prize only after hearing a few very promising moans from the other. Marron met his lips instantly for a kiss, pressing his tongue into the other's mouth with a hand planted firmly on Gateau's head, not allowing him to move an inch without consent. Not that he was trying to go anywhere. Drawing back, Marron gave in to one more light kiss before retreating.
Scooting backwards a little, he pushed his jeans the rest of the way off, underwear following them to the floor. His erect member protruded from between his pale thighs as he settled into a cross-legged position on the cushions, bright eyes flashing with a little mischief that emerged from time to time. Gateau liked to attribute it to the suppression of it all before the two of them had met; perhaps he had corrupted his younger lover, but Gateau suspected the streak of perversion had been there long before his tapping into it.
"Shirt," Marron repeated as apparently the blonde had not heard before. Draping one slender arm across his knee, he directed Gateau with his hand.
Upon the realization that he was indeed over dressed, Gateau stripped without protest, dropping not only his shirt but his pants as well. He stood, then, in front of Marron in only a tight pair of white briefs, his excitement over the situation evident through the cotton cloth. Marron caught the hem of his underpants, dragging Gateau forward. He slipped his arms around the larger man's waist, pressing his face close against Gateau's erection and taking a deep breath before looking upward and slipping them from the other's hips.
His hands were skilled, running the length of Gateau's large member. With one playing over the sensitive tip, Marron slipped the other down to gently knead his balls. Gateau swallowed hard, adams apple bobbing as his hand fell to Marron's head.
"God, uhn, Marron."
He smiled before attacking Gateau's sex with his tongue. Licking up the side, he let his tongue circle the tip before taking it into his mouth. Gateau's hand took hold of the back of his head, pressing him forward until he felt the boy resist. Pulling back, Marron left one kiss on Gateau's hip before pulling the larger man down almost on top of him.
Gateau's weight was hot as their bodies met with nothing in between. Their lips collided, Gateau's tongue pressing past to slide against Marron's own. Slender hands gripped at his bare sides as their arousals met, pressing against one another.
"Marron," he panted. The boy nodded, shifting so that Gateau lay between his legs. The blond looked hurriedly around the room, wishing he had tucked a tube of lubricant under the couch cushion. His eyes happened upon a small bottle of lotion on the coffee table, probably belonging to Chocolate. Not pausing long to examine it, he snagged to bottle, popped the cap, and squeezed some of the floral-scented stuff into his hand. Marron's nose wrinkled slightly at the strong smell, but he was easily distracted as Gateau sucked at his neck.
One hand slipped under Marron's bottom, and a slick finger probed his entrance. He tried to ignore it as best he could, relaxing into Gateau's arms as the blond added another digit. His head dropped back as with the third finger added Gateau brushed the certain spot within him.
"Ah," he arched at the sensation, eyes meeting Gateau's and urging him to hurry on.
Pulling back, the older man coated his erection with the lotion. Trying to guide Marron to turn over, he received a look of slight hesitance and took the hint. Smiling, he carefully lifted one of Marron's legs over his hips. Positioning his large sex at Marron's entrance, he looked once more into anxious gold eyes before pressing the tip past the tight ring.
Marron gasped quietly, his hands gripping Gateau's shoulders as the man slowly entered him until their bodies met completely. Gateau waited, counting his breaths in the quiet room and rubbing small circles on Marron's thigh. Then the boy shifted against him, eliminating the last bit of air between as he sat up to drape his arms around Gateau's neck.
"Marron," he hesitated, but was soon appeased.
Though the position didn't afford him much movement, Gateau was to say the least enticed as short nails raked across his shoulder blades as he made his first powerful thrust. And then Marron was at his neck, sucking the skin just beneath his chin and nipping lightly at his ear. It all fueled his need and Gateau moved with every bit of grace he was blessed with to plunge into Marron. But soon it was too much.
They weren't sure who made the first move, but suddenly Marron was on his knees, elbows braced against the couch arm, and Gateau was entering him once more. He moaned as Gateau struck the spot dead on, and then again. The blond leaned over his back, firm hold at his waist as he thrust rapidly into him. Marron panted, reaching beneath him to stroke his own neglected organ.
Their bodies rocked together in a rhythm they had never worked to learn. The heat increased, and when Marron said "faster" it could not be denied. And then Gateau found the brink, thrusting deep and emptying himself into his lover. He braced himself momentarily on the back of the couch, reaching down to cover Marron's little hand with his own. Together they brought him to an end, a catch of breath and white strands falling to pool on the couch as Gateau gently pulled from inside him to sit back on the couch.
Again aware, but not quite conscious, he watched Marron sit back on his heels, pushing tangled hair from his eyes and searching for something.
"Forget it," Gateau instructed, grabbing him unceremoniously to pull him into his lap. Marron sighed, but it was mostly of contentment as he rested against the larger man. The silence was agreeable, and both fell into a light doze until an all too familiar sound roused them.
A car door.
Eyes met: damn.
They rushed. Underwear was forgone, shoved in pockets, as clothes went on as best they could. Lotion was replaced. Hair was tied to quickly and uncomfortably by hands not used to doing it.
Gateau looked around for one last check; the door opened. Marron stuffed a used kleenex between the cushions.
"Hey boys," Tira smiled. They both turned to her, looking for the world as if they were innocent. "What're watching?"
"Just football," Gateau answered.
Tira raised an eyebrow. Gateau turned back to the TV. The game was over.
end
I dunno, I guess this was okay. I’m about ready to give up my lemons in this series. I wanna finish “Shall I Call You Princess” and maybe “Sanctuary,” but the rest of it isn’t getting response anymore. I’ve got some new stuff on Saiyuki if anyone’s interested.
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Just Football
Setting his beer can on the coffee table, Gateau pulled the remote from the cushions and turned on the television. With a smile as he found a football game on, he took a heavy seat on the black leather couch. He popped the tab on the beer and took a long drink, wished Tira would hurry back from the grocery store with his requested snack foods and possibly takeout for dinner.
When the door opened, he turned to look at it in expectation, but it was Marron, not Tira, who entered. Gateau's mind, and even his stomach, refused to be disappointed as he stared at the boy. Dressed in form-fitting jeans and a black turtleneck, Marron had tied his hair back and wore his glasses, looking every bit the scholar and incredibly sexy to boot. Setting his bag by the door, he wandered over to the couch and looked down at Gateau.
The blond smiled, scooting over to one side and letting Marron take a seat beside him. Casually, he draped an arm over the boy's shoulder, pulling him close. Marron seemed content to lean against him, but shook his head disdainfully as Gateau offered him a drink of his beer.
"Football?" he asked, glancing at the TV.
"Yeah, you mind?"
He shook his head to indicate the negative, curling closer to Gateau and pulling his feet up onto the couch. They spent a few moments in silence, save for the quiet yelling of the sports program, before Gateau noticed the curious touches Marron was running up and down his leg. Never one to object to any attention from the other, he was content to stay silent less he scare the other out of whatever it was he was thinking. Soon, though, Marron became bored and moved on to other areas, namely, the hand that hung near his shoulder.
Soft brushes teased Gateau's fingers, almost reverent and full of thought. He gained, not unaware, Gateau's full attention as he turned his head to kiss the tip of Gateau's thumb, then his index finger. He repeated the last action, lips slightly open, moist tongue catching the very end of Gateau's finger. The blond was so occupied in Marron's motions that he forgot to breath as the end of his digit disappeared into the soft mouth of his lover. Pulling back, Marron took his own deep breath, eyes closed.
Gateau smiled, his lover must be in an exceptional mood to initiate anything in such a blatant and alluring manner. Or perhaps football was just that boring for him. Either way . . .
Taking Marron's chin in his hand, Gateau turned the mage's head and caught his lips with his own. Readily Marron opened his lips, deepening the kiss, feeling Gateau's hand come up to rest on his cheek; he covered it with his own hand. Then they were moving back together, Marron pressed into the couch, Gateau carefully balancing his weight above the other. When he finally pulled back, Marron smiled up at him charmingly.
"Hinting at something Beautiful?" Gateau questioned, carefully removing his lover's glasses.
"Not a thing," he replied, hands moving up beneath Gateau's t-shirt to run over his toned abs.
Gateau caught his hands, directing them over his head as he stripped off the black shirt, leaving it wrapped around the younger boy's wrists. Marron gasped as Gateau licked roughly at his chest and neck, biting down at his left nipple, but wasting little time approaching the waistline of his jeans. Pulling at the snap, he pushed the denim down about the boy's hips just enough to get at the thin-clothed member beneath. Slipping a hand just between Marron's legs, he rubbed upward through the cotton briefs, earning a smile of satisfaction from the other.
Marron worked to untangled his hands from the black cloth, dropping the shirt to the floor and sitting up. Gently he ran a hand through Gateau's hair, and the blonde, quite ready to comply, removed the thin barrier and took Marron's semi-erect organ into his mouth. With one hand massaging the boy's balls, he worked up and down the shaft, using his tongue to stimulate certain areas. The recipient of this attention was quite content, reclined back against the couch with a smile to rival any well-fed cat.
Gateau gave up his prize only after hearing a few very promising moans from the other. Marron met his lips instantly for a kiss, pressing his tongue into the other's mouth with a hand planted firmly on Gateau's head, not allowing him to move an inch without consent. Not that he was trying to go anywhere. Drawing back, Marron gave in to one more light kiss before retreating.
Scooting backwards a little, he pushed his jeans the rest of the way off, underwear following them to the floor. His erect member protruded from between his pale thighs as he settled into a cross-legged position on the cushions, bright eyes flashing with a little mischief that emerged from time to time. Gateau liked to attribute it to the suppression of it all before the two of them had met; perhaps he had corrupted his younger lover, but Gateau suspected the streak of perversion had been there long before his tapping into it.
"Shirt," Marron repeated as apparently the blonde had not heard before. Draping one slender arm across his knee, he directed Gateau with his hand.
Upon the realization that he was indeed over dressed, Gateau stripped without protest, dropping not only his shirt but his pants as well. He stood, then, in front of Marron in only a tight pair of white briefs, his excitement over the situation evident through the cotton cloth. Marron caught the hem of his underpants, dragging Gateau forward. He slipped his arms around the larger man's waist, pressing his face close against Gateau's erection and taking a deep breath before looking upward and slipping them from the other's hips.
His hands were skilled, running the length of Gateau's large member. With one playing over the sensitive tip, Marron slipped the other down to gently knead his balls. Gateau swallowed hard, adams apple bobbing as his hand fell to Marron's head.
"God, uhn, Marron."
He smiled before attacking Gateau's sex with his tongue. Licking up the side, he let his tongue circle the tip before taking it into his mouth. Gateau's hand took hold of the back of his head, pressing him forward until he felt the boy resist. Pulling back, Marron left one kiss on Gateau's hip before pulling the larger man down almost on top of him.
Gateau's weight was hot as their bodies met with nothing in between. Their lips collided, Gateau's tongue pressing past to slide against Marron's own. Slender hands gripped at his bare sides as their arousals met, pressing against one another.
"Marron," he panted. The boy nodded, shifting so that Gateau lay between his legs. The blond looked hurriedly around the room, wishing he had tucked a tube of lubricant under the couch cushion. His eyes happened upon a small bottle of lotion on the coffee table, probably belonging to Chocolate. Not pausing long to examine it, he snagged to bottle, popped the cap, and squeezed some of the floral-scented stuff into his hand. Marron's nose wrinkled slightly at the strong smell, but he was easily distracted as Gateau sucked at his neck.
One hand slipped under Marron's bottom, and a slick finger probed his entrance. He tried to ignore it as best he could, relaxing into Gateau's arms as the blond added another digit. His head dropped back as with the third finger added Gateau brushed the certain spot within him.
"Ah," he arched at the sensation, eyes meeting Gateau's and urging him to hurry on.
Pulling back, the older man coated his erection with the lotion. Trying to guide Marron to turn over, he received a look of slight hesitance and took the hint. Smiling, he carefully lifted one of Marron's legs over his hips. Positioning his large sex at Marron's entrance, he looked once more into anxious gold eyes before pressing the tip past the tight ring.
Marron gasped quietly, his hands gripping Gateau's shoulders as the man slowly entered him until their bodies met completely. Gateau waited, counting his breaths in the quiet room and rubbing small circles on Marron's thigh. Then the boy shifted against him, eliminating the last bit of air between as he sat up to drape his arms around Gateau's neck.
"Marron," he hesitated, but was soon appeased.
Though the position didn't afford him much movement, Gateau was to say the least enticed as short nails raked across his shoulder blades as he made his first powerful thrust. And then Marron was at his neck, sucking the skin just beneath his chin and nipping lightly at his ear. It all fueled his need and Gateau moved with every bit of grace he was blessed with to plunge into Marron. But soon it was too much.
They weren't sure who made the first move, but suddenly Marron was on his knees, elbows braced against the couch arm, and Gateau was entering him once more. He moaned as Gateau struck the spot dead on, and then again. The blond leaned over his back, firm hold at his waist as he thrust rapidly into him. Marron panted, reaching beneath him to stroke his own neglected organ.
Their bodies rocked together in a rhythm they had never worked to learn. The heat increased, and when Marron said "faster" it could not be denied. And then Gateau found the brink, thrusting deep and emptying himself into his lover. He braced himself momentarily on the back of the couch, reaching down to cover Marron's little hand with his own. Together they brought him to an end, a catch of breath and white strands falling to pool on the couch as Gateau gently pulled from inside him to sit back on the couch.
Again aware, but not quite conscious, he watched Marron sit back on his heels, pushing tangled hair from his eyes and searching for something.
"Forget it," Gateau instructed, grabbing him unceremoniously to pull him into his lap. Marron sighed, but it was mostly of contentment as he rested against the larger man. The silence was agreeable, and both fell into a light doze until an all too familiar sound roused them.
A car door.
Eyes met: damn.
They rushed. Underwear was forgone, shoved in pockets, as clothes went on as best they could. Lotion was replaced. Hair was tied to quickly and uncomfortably by hands not used to doing it.
Gateau looked around for one last check; the door opened. Marron stuffed a used kleenex between the cushions.
"Hey boys," Tira smiled. They both turned to her, looking for the world as if they were innocent. "What're watching?"
"Just football," Gateau answered.
Tira raised an eyebrow. Gateau turned back to the TV. The game was over.
end
I dunno, I guess this was okay. I’m about ready to give up my lemons in this series. I wanna finish “Shall I Call You Princess” and maybe “Sanctuary,” but the rest of it isn’t getting response anymore. I’ve got some new stuff on Saiyuki if anyone’s interested.
Please Review.Converting /tmp/phpLPYZnA to /dev/stdout