Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Let Your Hair Down ❯ Before You Go ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.25.2002 | Updated On: 11.27.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 583 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.25.2002 | Updated On: 11.27.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 583 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Marron's cute ass is not mine and neither is Sorcerer Hunters or any of the characters there of.
Warnings: OOC Marron, activity of a sexual nature, yaoi
Notes: Ano...you see...I just wanted to dress pretty Marron in leather pants and send him dancing, but Subaru-san said that was boring and then the Evil Hentai Slug showed up and this happened! Gomen, gomen. Read anyway?
Let Your Hair Down
Chapter One: Before You Go
Gateau leaned in the doorway of his lover's bedroom, "Where are you goin'?"
"Out."
"Where'd you get that hat?"
"Chocolate."
"Has Carrot seen you yet?"
"No."
"Are you gonna let him?"
"No."
"I wouldn't either in that outfit."
"What?" The mage stepped in front of the full length mirror once again. "You don't like it?"
His hair was pulled up neatly under Chocolate's fearsome hat and his pale chest was revealed temptingly between the flaps of the stylish black leather vest that matched perfectly with the oh-so-tight leather pants which stretched to reveal every delicate curve of his lower body. Topped with knee high lace-up boots and what could only be a dog collar, it was definitely a change from the white chenogasm. Still, his expression was deadly serious as he looked questioningly at Gateau.
"Well," the muscled hunter walked heavily over to stand behind him, "I didn't say that."
The mirror reflected Marron's small pleased smile as Gateau's hand came to rest on his flat stomach while the other stroked lightly at his neck.
"Seriously, where are you goin'?" He asked intermittently between trailing kisses down Marron's cheek and neck.
"Milphey is taking me out." He leaned to the left as Gateau pushed the shoulder of his outfit aside to continue his familiar explorations.
"How long?"
"Not long enough."
The hands left him for a moment only to slip under his vest and run simultaneously over his nipples, pinching and caressing in expert ways that drove him practically insane.
"Sure?" He felt the boy lean against him and ached for the tight little bottom that brushed against him in all the right places.
"Uh-huh," it came out somewhere between an answer and a moan.
One of those skilled hands slipped boldly between his legs to cup his already hard member, "I'll just take care of this then."
"You do not...uhn...have to," he squirmed, rubbing against whatever he could touch.
Gateau laughed lightly, "I always finish what I start Love." Lifting the mage with no effort, he deposited him into a convenient chair. It had decoratively carved arms and was apolstered in a rare shade of golden velvet, it matched Marron's eyes.
Kneeling between Marron's spread legs, Gateau put his head down to nuzzle the leather-clad crotch before playfully running his tongue in and out of Marron's navel. Plucking one petite hand from the arm rest, he slipped the ring finger into his mouth and treated it nicely. Removing the digit, he lifted it to the other's lips where it was accepted. Knowing of his friend's exhibitionist tendencies, he was not surprised as Marron sucked his own finger roughly and passionately. Eyes closed, he let it fall from his mouth, running it down his chest to leave a small wet trail.
He could stare at this man forever, but Gateau forced himself to look away as Marron lifted his hips, asking. A large hand slipped under the tight waistline of the pants, just enough to pop open the silver snap before he made a great show of undoing the zipper with only his teeth. Slowly he pushed the folds apart and pulled out the pale shaft of Marron's penis. The mage wore no underwear even with this, 'easy access' he jokingly called it, but Gateau had on more than one occasion been very grateful for it.
Using only two fingers, he caressed the soft flesh gently. He licked it only once pulling away and letting the cool air of the room to send goosebumps scattering over the mage's body. Marron looked at him disapprovingly.
"Tease."
"I'm not the one in the skin tight pants Marron dearest."
"Not tonight anyway."
Gateau smiled and then really set to work. using his tongue he worked his way up and down Marron's length, lapping at it like a giant cat. Marron shifted, he needed more, bending his knees he braced his heels against the edge of the chair's seat allowing greater access. Gateau seized the opportunity to suck on Marron's balls, licking between them and relishing the low moan of pleasure that filed the room. Pursing his lips, he took the top of the object of his attention into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and nipping lightly with his teeth. This earned him a high 'yip' and another smile.
Letting his hands wander under Marron's folded legs, he grabbed tightly at the buttocks there, kneading it and just enjoying the feel of his lover's cute ass. God he loved that ass, he had to remember to tell Marron that when they weren't quite so busy.
Feeling Marron twitch beneath his touch and not wanting to end with only his minimum talents put to use, he took the boy all the way into his throat. He hummed lightly, a vibration of sensations.
"Uhn...Gateau...please," he gasped for air, breathing seemed of little importance at that moment. Two hands gripped short blond hair, seeking a closeness that the boundaries of the physical plane didn't allow. Wishing for more, Gateau set a rhythm, in and out, quick and deep. Marron responded to each touch, louder each time, asking and then begging.
With a final loud cry he slipped over the edge, throwing back his head and cumming. Gateau swallowed but a small bit of white seed escaped to run down his chin. Delicate fingers drew him up and Marron licked his own cum off Gateau's face before bringing their lips together in a kiss so pure in defied their present act.
Marron collapsed back into the chair and Gateau simply /looked/ at him. His knees were still bent and his pants were still open, but the hat had fallen off and raven hair spilled haphazardly down over his shoulders. With flushed cheeks and shallow breaths, he was a picture of innocence and lust all in one, like a horny angel.
"Beautiful."
Marron laughed, opening his golden eyes and standing. He stepped over Gateau and looked down to fasten his pants. Retrieving the hat he took a few moments in silence to pull up his hair and replace it on his head.
"When you get back?" Gateau asked, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"Ah." Marron dug around in the dresser drawer. Locating what he wanted, he tossed it over. "That's where we are going. If you want to dressed up and make an appearance, I'll dance with you."
There was a honk of a horn and Marron rushed out the door. Grabbing the matchbook Gateau stood. He hated dressing up, but dancing with Marron wasn't exactly something he could pass on.
TBC
End Notes: Well, well, well, you actually made it to the end...or did you just come down here to leave a flame? I love flames! They're so warm and toasty, I'll use them to light the scene of my next cabin fic. Anyway, if I get 4 or 5 reviews that /don't/ threaten my life, I'll continue this. Arigato! The Ambassador of Hentai, Miko No Hoshi
Warnings: OOC Marron, activity of a sexual nature, yaoi
Notes: Ano...you see...I just wanted to dress pretty Marron in leather pants and send him dancing, but Subaru-san said that was boring and then the Evil Hentai Slug showed up and this happened! Gomen, gomen. Read anyway?
Let Your Hair Down
Chapter One: Before You Go
Gateau leaned in the doorway of his lover's bedroom, "Where are you goin'?"
"Out."
"Where'd you get that hat?"
"Chocolate."
"Has Carrot seen you yet?"
"No."
"Are you gonna let him?"
"No."
"I wouldn't either in that outfit."
"What?" The mage stepped in front of the full length mirror once again. "You don't like it?"
His hair was pulled up neatly under Chocolate's fearsome hat and his pale chest was revealed temptingly between the flaps of the stylish black leather vest that matched perfectly with the oh-so-tight leather pants which stretched to reveal every delicate curve of his lower body. Topped with knee high lace-up boots and what could only be a dog collar, it was definitely a change from the white chenogasm. Still, his expression was deadly serious as he looked questioningly at Gateau.
"Well," the muscled hunter walked heavily over to stand behind him, "I didn't say that."
The mirror reflected Marron's small pleased smile as Gateau's hand came to rest on his flat stomach while the other stroked lightly at his neck.
"Seriously, where are you goin'?" He asked intermittently between trailing kisses down Marron's cheek and neck.
"Milphey is taking me out." He leaned to the left as Gateau pushed the shoulder of his outfit aside to continue his familiar explorations.
"How long?"
"Not long enough."
The hands left him for a moment only to slip under his vest and run simultaneously over his nipples, pinching and caressing in expert ways that drove him practically insane.
"Sure?" He felt the boy lean against him and ached for the tight little bottom that brushed against him in all the right places.
"Uh-huh," it came out somewhere between an answer and a moan.
One of those skilled hands slipped boldly between his legs to cup his already hard member, "I'll just take care of this then."
"You do not...uhn...have to," he squirmed, rubbing against whatever he could touch.
Gateau laughed lightly, "I always finish what I start Love." Lifting the mage with no effort, he deposited him into a convenient chair. It had decoratively carved arms and was apolstered in a rare shade of golden velvet, it matched Marron's eyes.
Kneeling between Marron's spread legs, Gateau put his head down to nuzzle the leather-clad crotch before playfully running his tongue in and out of Marron's navel. Plucking one petite hand from the arm rest, he slipped the ring finger into his mouth and treated it nicely. Removing the digit, he lifted it to the other's lips where it was accepted. Knowing of his friend's exhibitionist tendencies, he was not surprised as Marron sucked his own finger roughly and passionately. Eyes closed, he let it fall from his mouth, running it down his chest to leave a small wet trail.
He could stare at this man forever, but Gateau forced himself to look away as Marron lifted his hips, asking. A large hand slipped under the tight waistline of the pants, just enough to pop open the silver snap before he made a great show of undoing the zipper with only his teeth. Slowly he pushed the folds apart and pulled out the pale shaft of Marron's penis. The mage wore no underwear even with this, 'easy access' he jokingly called it, but Gateau had on more than one occasion been very grateful for it.
Using only two fingers, he caressed the soft flesh gently. He licked it only once pulling away and letting the cool air of the room to send goosebumps scattering over the mage's body. Marron looked at him disapprovingly.
"Tease."
"I'm not the one in the skin tight pants Marron dearest."
"Not tonight anyway."
Gateau smiled and then really set to work. using his tongue he worked his way up and down Marron's length, lapping at it like a giant cat. Marron shifted, he needed more, bending his knees he braced his heels against the edge of the chair's seat allowing greater access. Gateau seized the opportunity to suck on Marron's balls, licking between them and relishing the low moan of pleasure that filed the room. Pursing his lips, he took the top of the object of his attention into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and nipping lightly with his teeth. This earned him a high 'yip' and another smile.
Letting his hands wander under Marron's folded legs, he grabbed tightly at the buttocks there, kneading it and just enjoying the feel of his lover's cute ass. God he loved that ass, he had to remember to tell Marron that when they weren't quite so busy.
Feeling Marron twitch beneath his touch and not wanting to end with only his minimum talents put to use, he took the boy all the way into his throat. He hummed lightly, a vibration of sensations.
"Uhn...Gateau...please," he gasped for air, breathing seemed of little importance at that moment. Two hands gripped short blond hair, seeking a closeness that the boundaries of the physical plane didn't allow. Wishing for more, Gateau set a rhythm, in and out, quick and deep. Marron responded to each touch, louder each time, asking and then begging.
With a final loud cry he slipped over the edge, throwing back his head and cumming. Gateau swallowed but a small bit of white seed escaped to run down his chin. Delicate fingers drew him up and Marron licked his own cum off Gateau's face before bringing their lips together in a kiss so pure in defied their present act.
Marron collapsed back into the chair and Gateau simply /looked/ at him. His knees were still bent and his pants were still open, but the hat had fallen off and raven hair spilled haphazardly down over his shoulders. With flushed cheeks and shallow breaths, he was a picture of innocence and lust all in one, like a horny angel.
"Beautiful."
Marron laughed, opening his golden eyes and standing. He stepped over Gateau and looked down to fasten his pants. Retrieving the hat he took a few moments in silence to pull up his hair and replace it on his head.
"When you get back?" Gateau asked, sitting cross-legged on the floor.
"Ah." Marron dug around in the dresser drawer. Locating what he wanted, he tossed it over. "That's where we are going. If you want to dressed up and make an appearance, I'll dance with you."
There was a honk of a horn and Marron rushed out the door. Grabbing the matchbook Gateau stood. He hated dressing up, but dancing with Marron wasn't exactly something he could pass on.
TBC
End Notes: Well, well, well, you actually made it to the end...or did you just come down here to leave a flame? I love flames! They're so warm and toasty, I'll use them to light the scene of my next cabin fic. Anyway, if I get 4 or 5 reviews that /don't/ threaten my life, I'll continue this. Arigato! The Ambassador of Hentai, Miko No Hoshi