Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Menage ❯ Menage ( Chapter 1 )

Menage

 

Tira Misu sighed heavily, wriggling around on the cold ground trying to get comfortable. Not to mention, warm. Her stupid sister, Chocolate, had run off chasing Carrot (Who had run off chasing some other girl) and hadn't come back yet. Tira expected she'd be gone all night at this rate. Chocolate probably had Carrot tied to a tree by this point in time. Chocolate should just give up on him, Tira thought. She certainly had, though she really wasn't willing to admit it to anyone but herself.

She rolled over and looked at her other two companions. Marron's head was resting on Gateau's shoulder and his raven black hair was spread across the other man's chest like a blanket. Tira smiled slightly at the little twinge of jealousy she felt. Must be nice to have someone love you, she thought before dozing off.

“Tira-chan, are you all right?” Marron's voice seemed to be coming from a long way away. “You're shivering.”

“Cold,” she murmured, trying to huddle deeper into the blanket.

“Come sleep with us then,” Marron said, trying to roust her from the blanket. His topaz colored eyes filled with concern. She was shaking so hard he could see it by the dim light of the fire.

“I don't want to disturb you and Gateau,” Tira protested through chattering teeth.

“You aren't disturbing us if one of us asked you to be there, Tira,” Marron said gently. Then bending down quickly and lifting her, blanket and all into his arms.

Tira blinked up at him, startled by the sudden display of physical strength from him. Mages were not known for their physical prowess. But he lifted her easily, as though she weighed nothing. He carried her over to where Gateau lay, still snoring loudly, and settled her next to him. Tira felt Marron lie down on her other side and curled gratefully into the warmth of his body.

“Thank you,” she said, turning on her side to face him and bumping Gateau in the process. The bigger man only paused in mid snore and flung an arm over both of them. She giggled a little and Marron smiled. “Do you think Carrot and Chocolate are okay?”

“I'm sure they're fine. Go to sleep,” he said, putting one arm around her and settling his head against her shoulder.

Tira smiled to herself. It was very comfortable and warm being wedged between these two men. Feeling Gateau's heartbeat against her back and Marron's warm breath and silky hair against her neck. A girl could get used to this, she thought before drifting off to sleep.

Tira woke in the late watches of the night. Puzzled and wondering what had woken her. She registered a feather light touch tracing the line of her neck, collar bone and the upper swell of one breast. She blinked rapidly in the dark trying to discern who it might be from the starlight and dying fire. The touch was delicate, like the warm fingers now trailing along her side. It also left a faint tingling sensation, a touch of magic, in its wake.

“Marron?” she questioned, not quite believing what her senses were telling her.

“Yes,” he answered.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Touching you,” he said in a matter of fact tone which was very unlike Marron. Then again, a lot of things were very unlike Marron tonight.

“Why?”

Marron braced himself on one elbow and looked down into her face as best he could in the darkness. “Because you need it and because I wanted to do so.”

Tira levered herself up slightly. “I don't understand. What do you mean, I need it?”

He brushed her hair back from her face. “I've watched you day after day, pulling further away from the group. Ever since you gave up on Carrot it seems you've given up on everything and everyone else as well.”

“How did you know I'd given up on Carrot?” she asked.

“Not everyone in the world is as oblivious as my brother,” Marron said fondly. His hands had continued to trace the curves of her body while he had been speaking and it was starting to have a profound effect on her. Her breathing had grown ragged, coming in short, sharp bursts. She shook her head in an effort to clear it. This was Marron making her feel this way. One of the men she'd known almost all of her life.

She had always considered Marron and Gateau off limits due to their relationship with each other. She had always thought that Marron only liked other men. But now she wasn't sure of anything.

Marron had shifted slightly and his hair was trailing along the sides of her body. She grabbed two handfuls of it either in an attempt to stop him or pull him closer. She wasn't sure which at that moment.

“Marron,” she squeaked as he planted a soft kiss directly between her breasts.

“Marron, dear, what are you doing to that poor girl?” came Gateau's sleepy voice from the other side of her.

“What we discussed several days ago,” Marron said.

“You could have at least told me you were planning on doing this tonight,” Gateau said grumpily.

“I hadn't really planned it,” Marron said thoughtfully. “It just happened on its own.”

“What did you discuss concerning me?” Tira asked suspiciously, glancing from one to the other of the two men in the darkness.

Gateau sat up and pulled the other two into his arms. “Tira, you know we love you and we think you're beautiful.”

“Yes, I know,” she said, dropping her eyes shyly even though she couldn't really see either of them very well. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“What I'm trying to say is . . . well, we want you to be with us.”

“What do you mean, be with you?” Tira asked, looking puzzled from one to the other of them.

Marron sighed, slightly exasperated at Gateau's lack of ability to put what they wanted into words and Tira not understanding what he was trying to tell her. He supposed it was up to him to straighten things out.

“Tira, Gateau and I talked about you several nights ago because he and I had come to the same realization concerning you.”

Tira knew it was no use in urging Marron to get to the point because he'd just smile at her and carry on in his own fashion. She waited impatiently.

“We both realized quite some time ago that individually we wanted you as something a bit more than a friend. We never told one another because we were afraid of what the reaction might be. But we couldn't sit idly by and watch you die inside. That was when we started discussing what we both felt and came to a simple conclusion.”

“Which is?” Tira prompted. She thought she might know what he was getting at but wasn't sure if she wanted to second guess something of that magnitude.

“Tira,” Gateau said, squeezing her a little tighter to him. “We want you to be our girlfriend, partner, lover, whatever.”

“To both of you?” Tira asked, not certain she had heard him correctly.

“Yes.”

For the first time in her life, Tira Misu fainted.

“Marron, that can't be a good sign,” Gateau said as he gently eased Tira to the ground.

“Perhaps we shouldn't have asked her so soon after she'd given up on my brother,” Marron said, frowning.

“It was bound to come as a shock,” Gateau said.

“Yes,” Marron said. “But I didn't think she'd take it quite this hard.”

“So, what do we do now?”

“Let her rest. I'm sure she'll give us her answer in good time,” Marron said, curling up on one side of Tira.

Gateau shrugged and flopped down on the other side of her. “Marron?”

“Hmmm?”

“Think her fainting was a rejection?”

“Only time will tell.”

Gateau sighed. “Some days you are just maddening, my love,” he said before throwing the blankets over all three of them.

Marron just smiled to himself. Hoping that the new day would bring about a new love for them all.

Tira waited until she was certain both men were asleep, then sat up gingerly. Dislodging Gateau's heavy arm from around her waist and Marron's right hand from her hair. She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest and rested her chin on them.

Two gorgeous men, one of whom she had grown up with, loved her and wanted her. It was so strange. She had been fixated on Carrot for most of her life and it seemed thoughts of Marron and Gateau had been a fleeting fantasy. But she had dreamed of them often and in those dreams it had always been the two of them with her. She shook her head slightly. Memories both good and bad seemed to flood her mind. They had always been there for her. Had always known about the other side of her nature and still cared for her just the same.

She nodded to herself and sat thinking as she watched the sky turn silver then pink, purple and blue with dawn. Her decision had been made.

She scooted around to look down at the two men.

“Marron. Gateau.”

Marron's eyes flew open at the sound of his name. She smiled, then leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips.

“Yes?” Marron questioned.

“Yes.”

“Yes!” he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her down on top of him and Gateau. All of his dignity was forgotten for this one brief moment. “Wake up, Gateau. We have a girlfriend.”

“We do?” Gateau asked sleepily. “Wonderful,” he said before falling asleep again.

Tira and Marron laughed. “What made you decide to take both of us on?” Marron asked looking up into the face he knew almost as well as he knew his own.

“Because I love you. Because you mean the world to me. Because I know you love me for who and what I am rather than in spite of it. A thousand and one other little reasons. But mostly because it feels right.”

Marron nodded sagely. “It certainly does.”

 

Several hours later Tira was awakened from her nap by the sound of her sister's voice screeching and Carrot cursing loudly. She opened one eye to see Carrot come tromping into camp with Chocolate hot on his heels. Both of them froze instantly at the sight before them, which just happened to be Tira curled around Gateau and Marron like a well contented cat. Gateau had her cuddled sideways against his broad chest while she had her legs thrown across Marron's upper thighs as he sat reading. Neither she nor Gateau were wearing anything. Marron, of course, was fully dressed.

“What is going on here?” Chocolate demanded.

Before either man could answer, Tira smiled up at her sister.

“I've had them and I'm keeping both of them.”

Gateau grinned and hugged her tighter to him. Marron just smiled from behind his book and continued to stroke her leg absently.

Carrot stood thoughtfully scratching the back of his neck. “Uh, Marron?”

“Yes, Niisan?” Marron said, looking at him over the top of the book.

“I thought that . . . you and Gateau were . . . uh . . . you know.”

“We are. But Tira is ours as well.”

“What do you mean she's yours?” Chocolate screamed. “What the hell did you two do to my sister?”

“Nothing I didn't want done,” Tira said smiling.