Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Let Your Hair Down ❯ While You're Out ( Chapter 2 )
[ 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: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 463 | 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: 2 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 463 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: Marron's cute little ass is /still/ not mine...but it /will/ be Gateau's ;)
Notes: Thanks for all the reviews on the first chapter everyone! And I ask you to forgive me once again here, because as Subaru-san said, I do not dance well...
Subaru-san: I believe my words were 'drunken llama' {struck down by the Spork of Doom}
Anyhow, I draw upon other's skills here and not my own, but I don't /think/ anything here is physically impossible...
Let Your Hair Down
Chapter Two: While You're Out
The man rocked his hips into the boy's from behind, one of his hands pressed against his partner's stomach while the other moved slowly up his thigh. Marron did not know the man's name, but he had dark green hair and eyes like emeralds. The music was loud and the lights were low, everyone danced like there was no tomorrow and for some of them, there wasn't. This was the Lotus Flower.
Out of the semi-darkness stepped Milphey. Flaunting his short skirt and heels, he looked an unlikely candidate for a man, let alone a Haze Knight. A few years ago, being caught short a companion for his nightly festivities, he had dragged out Marron. After finding the mage to be quite a bit less reserved than he thought, they had gone out frequently, much to Carrot's dismay and disapproval.
Reaching out, he pulled Marron out of the green-eyed man's grasp. This earned him a brittle glare which he returned with a friendly smile and wave. Marron looked at him curiously. Milphey simply flipped back his purple hair and pointed towards the doorway. There stood Gateau, looking what could only be called 'hot' in his tight jeans and spiked arm bands...only his tight jeans and spiked arm bands. A few heads turned to look, but no one really took special notice.
Milphey and Marron worked their way through the moving crowd. Immediately upon reaching him, Marron wrapped an arm about the larger man's waist and placed his head on his bare chest. Gateau's arm fell naturally around his shoulder and he turned to scrutinize the strangely dressed Knight. Milphey must have mistaken the look for something else.
"I swear I didn't touch him!" He smiled, only half-joking. With a knowing smile he disappeared back into the room.
Marron grabbed his hand and navigated them over to the bar. Perching himself on one stool, he indicated the other. The bartender approached and Gateau ordered for them both. Marron raised an eyebrow at the glass of strawberry wine that was placed in front of him. He rarely drank alcohol and when he did it was something that would put him out quickly, it was safer that way.
Gateau just smiled, "I'll carry you home if I have to."
Marron nodded and lifted his glass in a silent toast before sipping lightly at it. They sat and watched the lights change and just the different interactions of the people there. When the wine was gone and a healthy pink flush made itself known on normally pallid cheeks, Gateau stood, offering a hand in invitation. He looked at it oddly, unsure of his own ability to do much at present. Alcohol and Marron did not mix very well.
"You promised."
Had he? He couldn't quite recall. No matter. Accepting the hand he allowed Gateau to lead him onto the rectangle of hardwood that served as a dance floor. Behind them, three platforms of unequal heights rose up to display the more exhibitionist dancers. All of the surroundings were lost to Gateau the moment Marron started to move.
At first he danced alone, in flowing motions that defied true form. Wrapping his arms around himself in a caress that Gateau could almost feel, he moved up and down. He would come close to touching the other Hunter only to pull away at the last second.
"Tease."
He just smiled. Turning around, he gave Gateau a great view of his tight bottom, the leather pants hid little. He raised his arms above his head and shook his hips. With speed surprising to even himself, Gateau reached out to capture those taunting hips and pull Marron directly against him. The shorter man simply sighed and allowed his upraised hands to fall back around Gateau's neck, his head settled naturally on the broad shoulder of his friend. Out of habit and compulsion the blond turned to take in the wonderful smell of Marron's hair, only to find the hat defying him.
"Let your hair down," he spoke into Marron's delicate ear.
"Not yet."
He swayed to the slow beat, taking Gateau's body with him and feeling strong hands rest protectively on his waist. The music picked up speed, and Marron let his hands drop a bit. Working back and forth, he bent his knees and let himself slide down the muscled body behind him. Almost to the floor, he stopped and came back up, stopping to make conscious contact with the most sensitive part of his lover's anatomy. Much to Gateau's aggravation, the song picked that exact moment to end. Marron stood, turned to face him and gave a look of 'what can you do?'.
After only two or three seconds, the speakers flared again with a song, it was of medium speed, but it felt heavy. Marron's arms came to rest on Gateau's shoulders and he tugged him backwards until the his own legs rested almost on the lowest brass rail of the highest platform. One of those legs found its way up Gateau's, as soft lips found their way to his neck.
The larger man pressed closely against the mage, letting his hands roam down his back to his behind, and earning himself a look of curiosity as they just stayed there.
"Nice," was all he said.
Marron blinked. Gateau pinched him. Marron blinked again. With a slightly evil glint in his eye, Marron leaned forward, his face was hidden by the brim of Chocolate's hat and so it came as quite a surprise to Gateau as sharp teeth took hold of one of his nipples. Gods, that drove him crazy, and Marron knew it. Soon the opposite side was being worried in the same way and Gateau was sensing an alternate plan to dancing.
Using the muscled man as a support, Marron pushed himself halfway onto the brass bar, forcing Gateau to move his hold back to the safer territory of his hips. He wrapped one leg securely around Gateau waist and earned himself a grunt. With one hand still secured around his lover's neck, Marron brought him in for a passionate kiss. His free hand dropped down between their warm bodies to pop open the snap on Gateau's jeans. He never broke the kiss as he pushed down the zipper and slipped his hand inside. Gateau gasped against his lips as he squeezed the hardness there. Soft movements followed and the blond writhed beneath them, he nibbled Marron's ear before whispering.
"I want you."
Marron breathed deeply and clutched at him, somewhere in the last few moments he had lost control. Perhaps it was the alcohol or the physical need rushing to his brain, but he /had/ to have this man, now.
"Home?" Gateau asked.
"Now."
"Now?" It came out hushed at all Marron caught was the motion of his lips. Silently, he pointed to a corner. Gateau nodded and started to put Marron down, but he refused to be released. The other leg wrapped around Gateau's waist and arms held his shoulders. He started across the room, uncaring of people's looks for the way he was carrying his prize created a precarious contact that was going to drive him insane.
Shoved into the darkened corner was a short plush couch. The light was dim and Gateau was briefly thankful that he couldn't see exactly what stains he was about to sit on. Soon there would be a new stain there.
Half falling, he landed with Marron skillfully sitting on his lap, legs placed beside his own. Marron pressed a quick kiss to his lips before turning his attention completely to the bulge in his jeans. Spreading the zipper, his delicate hands pulled down the elastic on Gateau's silk boxers and revealed his organ to the cool air of the room. Gateau's eye's widened as Marron stood, surely he didn't intend to...to.... all thoughts of modesty were thrown out the window as the mage undid the clasps on his pants. Reaching down he adjusted something, then somehow removed the entire pair without taking off his boots. Gateau's lust fogged mind refused to even try to process the oddity and instead took up repeating 'Naked Marron. Naked Marron. Naked Marron.' The small part of his brain that was not consumed with the litany sighed happily as Marron settled back onto his lap, facing him.
The smaller man leaned forward, rubbing their erections together and gasping himself. Gateau's hand came up to the hat, Marron nodded. Lifting it off, he allowed the cascade of silken night to fall over his shoulder. The long strands ticked Gateau's arms and chest and he smiled at his beauty. Marron's breath was short and fast, his cheeks still burned with heat and his eyes with lust.
Yes, Gateau would take him now.
Gripping the broad shoulder of his friend and folding his legs upward, he let Gateau lift him and position himself in just the right spot. At a nod of consent, he plunged downward, impaling himself on Gateau and reveling in the moan of the other. For a second they sat motionless, Marron adjusting to the pain and Gateau regretting it. He hadn't come prepared, then again, he was never completely prepared for Marron.
Slowly they began to move, Gateau doing most of the work and not minding in the lease. He lifted Marron over and over bringing him back. Changing angle just a bit, he hit the spot that caused Marron to hold him a little tighter and cry out a little louder. Soon the pace was quickened and he hit the spot again and again, Marron tensed and Gateau pulled him down one last time. Together they came, crying each other's names in rare harmony.
Exhausted Marron collapsed against his chest. Suddenly, two golden eyes looked up sharply at him.
"We just had sex in a club," Marron stated in monotone, before succinctly passing out.
"Marron? Marron?" Gateau shook him lightly. Getting no response, he did the only thing one could do in such a situation: he laughed.
~*~
Arriving home, he felt the boy shift in his arms. He was wrapped in a jacket, for it was very near impossible to get an unconscious person back into leather pants.
"Sorry," Marron mumbled against his chest.
"It's okay, I told you I'd carry you home."
He laughed softly, his eyes already half-closed in normal sleep. Gently Gateau placed the slender figure on one side of their bed. His long legs, still sporting the knee-high boots, protruded from under Milphey's long jacket and looked anything but innocent. Gateau settled in beside him and ran his fingers through the long raven tresses that had fallen onto his pillow.
"I'm glad you let your hair down."
~finis~
Miko No Hoshi: Well, there we go.
Marron: {walks out in leather pants}
MNH: {pinches Marron's ass}
Marron: Hey!
MNH: {pouts} You let Gateau...
Marron: No, /you/ let Gateau.
MNH: Oh...right... {pinches Marron's ass again} {suddenly finds self unable to move with a ward stuck to her forehead} Itai...
Gateau: Today's moral boys and girls: Don't pinch /my/ Marron's ass! {struck by ward}
Marron: My ass, not your ass, MINE!
Notes: Thanks for all the reviews on the first chapter everyone! And I ask you to forgive me once again here, because as Subaru-san said, I do not dance well...
Subaru-san: I believe my words were 'drunken llama' {struck down by the Spork of Doom}
Anyhow, I draw upon other's skills here and not my own, but I don't /think/ anything here is physically impossible...
Let Your Hair Down
Chapter Two: While You're Out
The man rocked his hips into the boy's from behind, one of his hands pressed against his partner's stomach while the other moved slowly up his thigh. Marron did not know the man's name, but he had dark green hair and eyes like emeralds. The music was loud and the lights were low, everyone danced like there was no tomorrow and for some of them, there wasn't. This was the Lotus Flower.
Out of the semi-darkness stepped Milphey. Flaunting his short skirt and heels, he looked an unlikely candidate for a man, let alone a Haze Knight. A few years ago, being caught short a companion for his nightly festivities, he had dragged out Marron. After finding the mage to be quite a bit less reserved than he thought, they had gone out frequently, much to Carrot's dismay and disapproval.
Reaching out, he pulled Marron out of the green-eyed man's grasp. This earned him a brittle glare which he returned with a friendly smile and wave. Marron looked at him curiously. Milphey simply flipped back his purple hair and pointed towards the doorway. There stood Gateau, looking what could only be called 'hot' in his tight jeans and spiked arm bands...only his tight jeans and spiked arm bands. A few heads turned to look, but no one really took special notice.
Milphey and Marron worked their way through the moving crowd. Immediately upon reaching him, Marron wrapped an arm about the larger man's waist and placed his head on his bare chest. Gateau's arm fell naturally around his shoulder and he turned to scrutinize the strangely dressed Knight. Milphey must have mistaken the look for something else.
"I swear I didn't touch him!" He smiled, only half-joking. With a knowing smile he disappeared back into the room.
Marron grabbed his hand and navigated them over to the bar. Perching himself on one stool, he indicated the other. The bartender approached and Gateau ordered for them both. Marron raised an eyebrow at the glass of strawberry wine that was placed in front of him. He rarely drank alcohol and when he did it was something that would put him out quickly, it was safer that way.
Gateau just smiled, "I'll carry you home if I have to."
Marron nodded and lifted his glass in a silent toast before sipping lightly at it. They sat and watched the lights change and just the different interactions of the people there. When the wine was gone and a healthy pink flush made itself known on normally pallid cheeks, Gateau stood, offering a hand in invitation. He looked at it oddly, unsure of his own ability to do much at present. Alcohol and Marron did not mix very well.
"You promised."
Had he? He couldn't quite recall. No matter. Accepting the hand he allowed Gateau to lead him onto the rectangle of hardwood that served as a dance floor. Behind them, three platforms of unequal heights rose up to display the more exhibitionist dancers. All of the surroundings were lost to Gateau the moment Marron started to move.
At first he danced alone, in flowing motions that defied true form. Wrapping his arms around himself in a caress that Gateau could almost feel, he moved up and down. He would come close to touching the other Hunter only to pull away at the last second.
"Tease."
He just smiled. Turning around, he gave Gateau a great view of his tight bottom, the leather pants hid little. He raised his arms above his head and shook his hips. With speed surprising to even himself, Gateau reached out to capture those taunting hips and pull Marron directly against him. The shorter man simply sighed and allowed his upraised hands to fall back around Gateau's neck, his head settled naturally on the broad shoulder of his friend. Out of habit and compulsion the blond turned to take in the wonderful smell of Marron's hair, only to find the hat defying him.
"Let your hair down," he spoke into Marron's delicate ear.
"Not yet."
He swayed to the slow beat, taking Gateau's body with him and feeling strong hands rest protectively on his waist. The music picked up speed, and Marron let his hands drop a bit. Working back and forth, he bent his knees and let himself slide down the muscled body behind him. Almost to the floor, he stopped and came back up, stopping to make conscious contact with the most sensitive part of his lover's anatomy. Much to Gateau's aggravation, the song picked that exact moment to end. Marron stood, turned to face him and gave a look of 'what can you do?'.
After only two or three seconds, the speakers flared again with a song, it was of medium speed, but it felt heavy. Marron's arms came to rest on Gateau's shoulders and he tugged him backwards until the his own legs rested almost on the lowest brass rail of the highest platform. One of those legs found its way up Gateau's, as soft lips found their way to his neck.
The larger man pressed closely against the mage, letting his hands roam down his back to his behind, and earning himself a look of curiosity as they just stayed there.
"Nice," was all he said.
Marron blinked. Gateau pinched him. Marron blinked again. With a slightly evil glint in his eye, Marron leaned forward, his face was hidden by the brim of Chocolate's hat and so it came as quite a surprise to Gateau as sharp teeth took hold of one of his nipples. Gods, that drove him crazy, and Marron knew it. Soon the opposite side was being worried in the same way and Gateau was sensing an alternate plan to dancing.
Using the muscled man as a support, Marron pushed himself halfway onto the brass bar, forcing Gateau to move his hold back to the safer territory of his hips. He wrapped one leg securely around Gateau waist and earned himself a grunt. With one hand still secured around his lover's neck, Marron brought him in for a passionate kiss. His free hand dropped down between their warm bodies to pop open the snap on Gateau's jeans. He never broke the kiss as he pushed down the zipper and slipped his hand inside. Gateau gasped against his lips as he squeezed the hardness there. Soft movements followed and the blond writhed beneath them, he nibbled Marron's ear before whispering.
"I want you."
Marron breathed deeply and clutched at him, somewhere in the last few moments he had lost control. Perhaps it was the alcohol or the physical need rushing to his brain, but he /had/ to have this man, now.
"Home?" Gateau asked.
"Now."
"Now?" It came out hushed at all Marron caught was the motion of his lips. Silently, he pointed to a corner. Gateau nodded and started to put Marron down, but he refused to be released. The other leg wrapped around Gateau's waist and arms held his shoulders. He started across the room, uncaring of people's looks for the way he was carrying his prize created a precarious contact that was going to drive him insane.
Shoved into the darkened corner was a short plush couch. The light was dim and Gateau was briefly thankful that he couldn't see exactly what stains he was about to sit on. Soon there would be a new stain there.
Half falling, he landed with Marron skillfully sitting on his lap, legs placed beside his own. Marron pressed a quick kiss to his lips before turning his attention completely to the bulge in his jeans. Spreading the zipper, his delicate hands pulled down the elastic on Gateau's silk boxers and revealed his organ to the cool air of the room. Gateau's eye's widened as Marron stood, surely he didn't intend to...to.... all thoughts of modesty were thrown out the window as the mage undid the clasps on his pants. Reaching down he adjusted something, then somehow removed the entire pair without taking off his boots. Gateau's lust fogged mind refused to even try to process the oddity and instead took up repeating 'Naked Marron. Naked Marron. Naked Marron.' The small part of his brain that was not consumed with the litany sighed happily as Marron settled back onto his lap, facing him.
The smaller man leaned forward, rubbing their erections together and gasping himself. Gateau's hand came up to the hat, Marron nodded. Lifting it off, he allowed the cascade of silken night to fall over his shoulder. The long strands ticked Gateau's arms and chest and he smiled at his beauty. Marron's breath was short and fast, his cheeks still burned with heat and his eyes with lust.
Yes, Gateau would take him now.
Gripping the broad shoulder of his friend and folding his legs upward, he let Gateau lift him and position himself in just the right spot. At a nod of consent, he plunged downward, impaling himself on Gateau and reveling in the moan of the other. For a second they sat motionless, Marron adjusting to the pain and Gateau regretting it. He hadn't come prepared, then again, he was never completely prepared for Marron.
Slowly they began to move, Gateau doing most of the work and not minding in the lease. He lifted Marron over and over bringing him back. Changing angle just a bit, he hit the spot that caused Marron to hold him a little tighter and cry out a little louder. Soon the pace was quickened and he hit the spot again and again, Marron tensed and Gateau pulled him down one last time. Together they came, crying each other's names in rare harmony.
Exhausted Marron collapsed against his chest. Suddenly, two golden eyes looked up sharply at him.
"We just had sex in a club," Marron stated in monotone, before succinctly passing out.
"Marron? Marron?" Gateau shook him lightly. Getting no response, he did the only thing one could do in such a situation: he laughed.
~*~
Arriving home, he felt the boy shift in his arms. He was wrapped in a jacket, for it was very near impossible to get an unconscious person back into leather pants.
"Sorry," Marron mumbled against his chest.
"It's okay, I told you I'd carry you home."
He laughed softly, his eyes already half-closed in normal sleep. Gently Gateau placed the slender figure on one side of their bed. His long legs, still sporting the knee-high boots, protruded from under Milphey's long jacket and looked anything but innocent. Gateau settled in beside him and ran his fingers through the long raven tresses that had fallen onto his pillow.
"I'm glad you let your hair down."
~finis~
Miko No Hoshi: Well, there we go.
Marron: {walks out in leather pants}
MNH: {pinches Marron's ass}
Marron: Hey!
MNH: {pouts} You let Gateau...
Marron: No, /you/ let Gateau.
MNH: Oh...right... {pinches Marron's ass again} {suddenly finds self unable to move with a ward stuck to her forehead} Itai...
Gateau: Today's moral boys and girls: Don't pinch /my/ Marron's ass! {struck by ward}
Marron: My ass, not your ass, MINE!