Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Permafrost ❯ Persistance and Permafrost ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
The land is cold, better to take refuge in a warm bed and the arms of someone who cares.
Gateau/Marron
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.16.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 814 | Status: Completed
The land is cold, better to take refuge in a warm bed and the arms of someone who cares.
Gateau/Marron
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.16.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 814 | Status: Completed
Notes: Hello! This is my perverted version of the volume three manga story. (I should so be writing my three final papers right now!) I just wanted to try to synthesize the personalities a little more, but a lemon snuck in and pretty much derailed the whole ‘good plat’ idea, so please read it for what it is and not what it’s supposed to be.
Dedicated, once again, to Marron's kawaii cloak which has inspired three of my stories! (English manga volume 3, page 142)
Permafrost
Snow drifted from the sky in large, fluffy flakes, taking its time to settle on the ground and blend with the white covering already there. The Nae-Bamba mountains stretched high into the eastern sky, white peaks standing out against the dusk, still dotted with a few skiers determined to make the most of the little light left. Most, however, had retired to the lodge building situated at the base.
It was a huge complex, built with wood from the nearby forest, dark colored logs giving it a cabin feel. The roof was coated with snow, icicles lining its edge like tiny crystal stalactites. To the back were the hot springs, divided into two parts of steaming water and full of relaxing visitors. Women chatted, men drank, and children, long since brought in from the deepening cold, splashed about the edges.
Meanwhile, deep within the woods, shielded by the reaching trees, the Sorcerer Hunters rested uneasily after the disappearance of the Snow Queen. Tira gathered her red cloak about her, Chocolate too dressing against the cold. After being assured that the enemy was not going to return, they proceeded to drag Carrot off to what promised to be an interesting night.
"I'm going to take a look around," Marron stated, turning to walk away.
"Want some company?" Gateau asked, though wandering around in the cold was the last thing he wanted to do when there were so very many opportunities to show off his muscles.
Marron just shook his head, dismissing the other to head back to camp. Gateau tromped to the lodge. Stepping through the heavy front doors, he rubbed at his bare arms, trying to shake the slight cold that had reddened them. He didn't get cold very easily, due mostly to his perfectly built bod, but they had been out there quite a while fighting that snow harpy, or whatever it was.
Taking a seat in one of the plush, wine colored chairs that surrounded the huge fireplace, Gateau shook the snow from his boots and let his thoughts drift to a topic they so frequently rested on, Marron. It really wasn't healthy for the boy to be wandering about out there. Marron was, well, not frail, and not precisely fragile, delicate was perhaps the word. He was smaller, and thinner than anyone really noticed. And the cold, well, the cloak he wore wasn't exactly for decoration. The mage chilled easily, though he would be the last to admit any discomfort; he wasn't weak. Gateau could almost laugh. He would give Marron an hour, and then he would go fetch him in. Until then, the fire was warm and the leather chair was comfortable. Very soon the hunter was asleep.
It was dark when he awoke, and the fire lie in embers. The large living room was deserted save for a bearded man sleeping heavily in a chair in a shadowed corner. Standing, Gateau stretched, hearing his back pop. With a yawn he went in search of his friend, hoping that Marron had indeed come back to the lodge and that he wouldn't have to go back out into the snow. The halls and rooms were lit dimly for those who might be wandering about at night, though the staff seemed to have retired.
The dining room was empty, tables set perfectly in preparation for breakfast. The game room and lounges yielded similar scenarios. One peek into the hot springs revealed Carrot being beaten, twitching as he was pounded yet again by Tira's massive hammer. No Marron though. Not one to give up, Gateau wandered the lodge for forty minutes before he stumbled upon his companion.
For a moment he stopped, Marron yet to realize he was there, and simply looked.
Having passed through a, thankfully silent, set of light swinging doors on the second floor, Gateau came out onto a wide balcony. The cold seemed worse now without the warming presence of the sun. Indeed, the sky was a clear, bluish-black color, spotted with a hundred sparkling points of light and a wide oval of a gibbous moon that cast a pale light across the boy who stood beneath it.
Marron leaned against the edge of the railing, arms crossed atop it. His blue cloak fell long and liquid behind him, sweeping the floor with his bent posture. Dark hair fell over his shoulders, framing his face as he looked up to the heavens as if in expectation of some unannounced natural phenomenon.
Gateau stepped forward; Marron turned to face him.
"It's cold out," the blond started, reducing the distance between them to just a few feet.
"Yes," the other answered. His cheeks were flushed with cold, two bright pink spots against the moon-glowing paleness of his face. Gold eyes, having been distant before his words, were bright and sharp despite the late hour.
"How long have you been out here?"
A shrug; a lie. Marron had a very good natural sense of time.
Reaching out, Gateau took one of the boy's hands into his own larger ones. It was cold, as if made of the snow that surrounded them, but softer. With one motion, Gateau wrapped an arm around Marron's waist and pulled him flush against his body. The mage trembled, chilled against the sudden warmth.
"Come on, let's go to bed."
They walked quietly through the carpeted halls. The Sorcerer Hunters had been allowed three rooms on the third floor. They were all quite comfortable, decorated with large wooded furniture that lended itself to the cabin theme. Gateau not wanting to deal with the two twin beds of one room and Marron having a certain aversion to the massive dear head trophy in another, they had to decided on the third, sharing for convenience's sake alone, of course.
Here the two windows faced the east, sure to be full with the morning sunrise. Between them was a picture, a watercolor landscape print of one nameless artist or another. Across the room was a dresser, large mirror situated above the smooth mahogany surface, and near that a wardrobe for hanging garments and storage. Beside this was the door that led to the small private bathroom, little more than a closet with a toilet and sink. Dominating the room was the bed. It was a sprawling, four posted thing, sitting high off the floor and sporting crisp, dark green linens and matching pillows.
The hardwood floor squeaked beneath them as the two entered. Reaching to bring up the flame on two well-placed lanterns, Gateau turned back to assist Marron in removing his cloak and laying it over a chair. A shiver ran up the mage's frame. Indeed, the rooms were not as well heated as the common areas, but they were well stocked with extra blankets for the guests who wanted them. Taking one of these from the wardrobe, Gateau laid it out on the bed and took a seat beside it.
He motioned Marron over. The boy complied, coming to stand before Gateau, the height difference abolished so that their eyes met. Gateau didn't miss the trembling of his hands or the way his teeth pulled slightly at his lower lip to keep them from chattering.
With a shake of his head, Gateau began to untie the maroon sash about his waist, loosening the knot and then tossing it aside. The tunic followed shortly, ruffling his hair as Gateau pulled it off. Automatically he crossed his arms over his bare chest, one hand resting on his shoulder and the other on the elbow opposite it, causing Gateau to chuckle lightly at the continued modesty. Bending down, he removed one of Marron's shoes, forcing the mage to lift his leg slightly, and then the other. Left only in thin pants, Marron stepped back in hesitation as Gateau reached for their drawstring.
"They're cold aren't they?"
He nodded.
"Well, if you want to get warm, then let me take them off."
And with that he was allowed to proceed, dropping the pants to the floor and lifting a naked Marron onto the fresh blanket. Curling against the soft fabric and lifting one corner across himself, Marron took Gateau's hand as if to pull him down as well.
"Just a minute," he said, standing to remove his own clothing. He stowed his boots beneath the bed, letting the rest fall where it would. Placing first a knee on the bed, testing the mattress with his weight, he stretched out beside Marron, gathering the mage into his arms and holding him close. For a while they staid that way, across the large bed, warming in each other's presence.
Gateau felt his interrupted sleep threaten him once again, but it was pushed aside quite quickly as Marron shifted against him slightly, giving him certain ideas. According to Gateau's mind, there were at least 436 things one could do with a naked Marron, and none of them involved sleeping. Now, if he could just get consent...
Gateau was sure it was going to be a fight, but he was well prepared with an arsenal of Marron-seducing weapons. The first being a long, slow, gentle kiss which he applied as he leaned over the other. Marron accepted it well enough, wrapping an arm about Gateau's neck and kissing back. He made no objection as Gateau slipped his tongue into the mix, gliding it across Marron's provoking him to do the same. It was only when Gateau's hand, having been in secret descent the entire time, formed a tentative fist about his penis, that he swatted the hand away.
"I'm tired, Gateau," he rolled over, unconsciously giving Gateau an unrestricted view of his pert little bottom. He couldn't resist caressing one of those pale globes, running his hand over the flesh and continuing up Marron's back and across his shoulders. Marron leaned into the caress, disregarding its not so innocent origins. Gateau continued to massage his shoulder with his one free hand, wishing for a better position but content as Marron made a sound somewhere between a moan and a purr.
Deciding he had at least a little bit to work with, Gateau wrapped an arm around Marron middle and shifted them both towards the head of the bed. His back rested against the pillows, spreading his legs, he situated Marron between them so that his back rested on Gateau's chest. Continuing to work Marron's shoulders, enjoying the warmed flesh beneath his hands, Gateau did his best to keep his mind away from the fact that his cock was mere inches from--
No, jumping the mage would get him nothing but an invitation to sleep on the floor.
Cautiously he moved to brush Marron's hair to one side. Leaning forward, he kissed the exposed pale neck lightly. Repeating the action, he moved down to the junction of Marron's collar bone, a particularly sensitive area. First his tongue then his teeth attacked the spot, pulling at the flesh and marking his territory. As his bite became more forceful, Marron shrugged him off, pushing to the side and out of Gateau's immediate grasp. He laid down again, really quite worn out. Not only had he spent several hours in the woods, but happening upon the remaining force of the enemy had been forced to seal it away, a process that required a certain amount of energy. Rolling to his stomach, Marron folded his arms and buried his head on them, trying to block out the light of the room.
For a moment he thought Gateau had conceded. The mattress bounced as the larger man got up to turn down the lanterns. Marron took a deep breath to convince himself that he really didn't care to take part in such activities.
Suddenly a warm body was pressed over him. Gateau straddled his hips, arms supporting his weight as he leaned in to kiss the soft skin of Marron's back. Slowly he worked his way down in a line of soft, tender touches of his lips. As he reached the place where back transformed into bottom, he met with a slight objection, no more than a sigh.
"Let me," he whispered, right hand slipping beneath Marron's hips to brush at his sensitive organ.
Marron whimpered lightly as his hips were lifted, his knees spread apart enough for Gateau's hands to go to work. He began to stroke Marron's cock, feeling the silken skin slide easily beneath his hand. The mage's body, always sensitive, responded readily. When Gateau let his free hand wander to Marron's nipple he found it already hard and the boy jerked in his arms as he pinched it.
He continued on, touching each spot that would elicit a reaction. When he sat back, Marron trembled, trying to catch his breath. It was a lost cause. Gateau placed a stable hand on the small of Marron's back and leant forward. He kissed there, at the base of the mage's spine, then one pale cheek of his bottom. His moist tongue trailed the crease there, then paused to push against Marron's tight entrance. His lover gasped, tried to pull away, but was held in a firm grasp. Gateau continued, pressing his tongue past the tight ring of muscles, feeling so very close. He worked, stretching Marron, reaching a hand around to play with the other's pulsing cock. Finally he withdrew. Marron drew a shuddering breath, his eyes closed tight and face blushed a bright red.
"Can I?" Gateau asked, hoping he wouldn't be corrected on his grammar; it had happened before.
Marron just nodded, dropping his head and letting his long hair curtain off the embarrassing world around him. Uncontent, Gateau brushed back the raven strands. He turned his body and dropped to the mattress. Lifting his head, he drew Marron down into a kiss, shifting and trying to pull the other on top of him. Marron resisted at first, but it was of little use against Gateau strength and long, patient kisses.
So he found himself atop the other man, gentle hands on his hip urging him up again, holding, aligning. He drew a deep breath then slowly pushed himself down onto the head of Gateau's erection, feeling it stretch the inside of him. He paused, just a moment, then in one move sat heavily unto he met once again with Gateau's body. There was silence as they both tried to breath, Gateau tried to wait and almost succeeded.
When he could no longer, he lifted Marron, bringing him down slowly. He watched the mage closely, worried by the closed eyes but comforted by the erect organ that lay against his stomach. Again he lifted the boy and brought him back down, reveling in the tightness that released and consumed him. Still, the mage refused to pick up the rhythm or move on his own. His hands were fisted, pressed against Gateau's chest for balance but not leverage.
Caught in his own need, Gateau let his previous idea slide from mind and, taking firm hold of Marron, flipped them over so that the mage was beneath him and his own weight as balanced carefully off his lover. He pulled Marron's legs more firmly over his hips, adjusting. With a hand beside the other's shoulder, he pressed forward, pulled back, then pressed again. Marron gasped as he hit the spot within him that made it all worth while.
With the positioning settled, Gateau fell easily into a quick, pistoning rhythm. Marron gasped beneath him. Shaken with each powerful thrust, Marron's hands tried to find purchase on Gateau's shoulders, only to find them out of reach. Instead delicate fingers gripped the edges of the pillow he laid against. Pressure built, a tension within and without, and neither of them could think anything more than completion.
It was with a silent gasp, a graceful arching of his back, that Marron came. Three more thrusts and Gateau followed him, releasing his own seed deep into the body of the mage. With a great happy sensation of fulfillment, Gateau opened his eyes and separated himself gently from Marron, still leaning over him. He reached for the bedside lamp and flicked it on so he could see the mage.
Against the dark sheets, Marron looked extremely pale, but high upon his cheeks were flushed spots of red. Strands of black hair fanned out beneath him, tangled around his fingers, clung to his damp forehead. His chest rose with sharp, quick breaths.
Grabbing a tissue from a decorative box on the nightstand, Gateau wiped up the white liquid that puddled on the boy's stomach. Golden eyes watched. Gateau tossed the paper bit to the floor and shut off the light. Maneuvering with some grace, he laid down on his side, pulling Marron close so that the mage's back rested against his chest. He draped his arm over the boy's waist and felt Marron's hand cover his own in quiet appreciation.
"Still cold?" Gateau mumbled as he pressed his face to Marron's neck. In response he received only the soft breathing that indicated the other was already asleep. He smiled, "Love you, beautiful."
~finis~
Please forgive me, this was done a week before finals and my brain is quite a wreck...review anyway? Please?
Miko No Hoshi
Dedicated, once again, to Marron's kawaii cloak which has inspired three of my stories! (English manga volume 3, page 142)
Permafrost
Snow drifted from the sky in large, fluffy flakes, taking its time to settle on the ground and blend with the white covering already there. The Nae-Bamba mountains stretched high into the eastern sky, white peaks standing out against the dusk, still dotted with a few skiers determined to make the most of the little light left. Most, however, had retired to the lodge building situated at the base.
It was a huge complex, built with wood from the nearby forest, dark colored logs giving it a cabin feel. The roof was coated with snow, icicles lining its edge like tiny crystal stalactites. To the back were the hot springs, divided into two parts of steaming water and full of relaxing visitors. Women chatted, men drank, and children, long since brought in from the deepening cold, splashed about the edges.
Meanwhile, deep within the woods, shielded by the reaching trees, the Sorcerer Hunters rested uneasily after the disappearance of the Snow Queen. Tira gathered her red cloak about her, Chocolate too dressing against the cold. After being assured that the enemy was not going to return, they proceeded to drag Carrot off to what promised to be an interesting night.
"I'm going to take a look around," Marron stated, turning to walk away.
"Want some company?" Gateau asked, though wandering around in the cold was the last thing he wanted to do when there were so very many opportunities to show off his muscles.
Marron just shook his head, dismissing the other to head back to camp. Gateau tromped to the lodge. Stepping through the heavy front doors, he rubbed at his bare arms, trying to shake the slight cold that had reddened them. He didn't get cold very easily, due mostly to his perfectly built bod, but they had been out there quite a while fighting that snow harpy, or whatever it was.
Taking a seat in one of the plush, wine colored chairs that surrounded the huge fireplace, Gateau shook the snow from his boots and let his thoughts drift to a topic they so frequently rested on, Marron. It really wasn't healthy for the boy to be wandering about out there. Marron was, well, not frail, and not precisely fragile, delicate was perhaps the word. He was smaller, and thinner than anyone really noticed. And the cold, well, the cloak he wore wasn't exactly for decoration. The mage chilled easily, though he would be the last to admit any discomfort; he wasn't weak. Gateau could almost laugh. He would give Marron an hour, and then he would go fetch him in. Until then, the fire was warm and the leather chair was comfortable. Very soon the hunter was asleep.
It was dark when he awoke, and the fire lie in embers. The large living room was deserted save for a bearded man sleeping heavily in a chair in a shadowed corner. Standing, Gateau stretched, hearing his back pop. With a yawn he went in search of his friend, hoping that Marron had indeed come back to the lodge and that he wouldn't have to go back out into the snow. The halls and rooms were lit dimly for those who might be wandering about at night, though the staff seemed to have retired.
The dining room was empty, tables set perfectly in preparation for breakfast. The game room and lounges yielded similar scenarios. One peek into the hot springs revealed Carrot being beaten, twitching as he was pounded yet again by Tira's massive hammer. No Marron though. Not one to give up, Gateau wandered the lodge for forty minutes before he stumbled upon his companion.
For a moment he stopped, Marron yet to realize he was there, and simply looked.
Having passed through a, thankfully silent, set of light swinging doors on the second floor, Gateau came out onto a wide balcony. The cold seemed worse now without the warming presence of the sun. Indeed, the sky was a clear, bluish-black color, spotted with a hundred sparkling points of light and a wide oval of a gibbous moon that cast a pale light across the boy who stood beneath it.
Marron leaned against the edge of the railing, arms crossed atop it. His blue cloak fell long and liquid behind him, sweeping the floor with his bent posture. Dark hair fell over his shoulders, framing his face as he looked up to the heavens as if in expectation of some unannounced natural phenomenon.
Gateau stepped forward; Marron turned to face him.
"It's cold out," the blond started, reducing the distance between them to just a few feet.
"Yes," the other answered. His cheeks were flushed with cold, two bright pink spots against the moon-glowing paleness of his face. Gold eyes, having been distant before his words, were bright and sharp despite the late hour.
"How long have you been out here?"
A shrug; a lie. Marron had a very good natural sense of time.
Reaching out, Gateau took one of the boy's hands into his own larger ones. It was cold, as if made of the snow that surrounded them, but softer. With one motion, Gateau wrapped an arm around Marron's waist and pulled him flush against his body. The mage trembled, chilled against the sudden warmth.
"Come on, let's go to bed."
They walked quietly through the carpeted halls. The Sorcerer Hunters had been allowed three rooms on the third floor. They were all quite comfortable, decorated with large wooded furniture that lended itself to the cabin theme. Gateau not wanting to deal with the two twin beds of one room and Marron having a certain aversion to the massive dear head trophy in another, they had to decided on the third, sharing for convenience's sake alone, of course.
Here the two windows faced the east, sure to be full with the morning sunrise. Between them was a picture, a watercolor landscape print of one nameless artist or another. Across the room was a dresser, large mirror situated above the smooth mahogany surface, and near that a wardrobe for hanging garments and storage. Beside this was the door that led to the small private bathroom, little more than a closet with a toilet and sink. Dominating the room was the bed. It was a sprawling, four posted thing, sitting high off the floor and sporting crisp, dark green linens and matching pillows.
The hardwood floor squeaked beneath them as the two entered. Reaching to bring up the flame on two well-placed lanterns, Gateau turned back to assist Marron in removing his cloak and laying it over a chair. A shiver ran up the mage's frame. Indeed, the rooms were not as well heated as the common areas, but they were well stocked with extra blankets for the guests who wanted them. Taking one of these from the wardrobe, Gateau laid it out on the bed and took a seat beside it.
He motioned Marron over. The boy complied, coming to stand before Gateau, the height difference abolished so that their eyes met. Gateau didn't miss the trembling of his hands or the way his teeth pulled slightly at his lower lip to keep them from chattering.
With a shake of his head, Gateau began to untie the maroon sash about his waist, loosening the knot and then tossing it aside. The tunic followed shortly, ruffling his hair as Gateau pulled it off. Automatically he crossed his arms over his bare chest, one hand resting on his shoulder and the other on the elbow opposite it, causing Gateau to chuckle lightly at the continued modesty. Bending down, he removed one of Marron's shoes, forcing the mage to lift his leg slightly, and then the other. Left only in thin pants, Marron stepped back in hesitation as Gateau reached for their drawstring.
"They're cold aren't they?"
He nodded.
"Well, if you want to get warm, then let me take them off."
And with that he was allowed to proceed, dropping the pants to the floor and lifting a naked Marron onto the fresh blanket. Curling against the soft fabric and lifting one corner across himself, Marron took Gateau's hand as if to pull him down as well.
"Just a minute," he said, standing to remove his own clothing. He stowed his boots beneath the bed, letting the rest fall where it would. Placing first a knee on the bed, testing the mattress with his weight, he stretched out beside Marron, gathering the mage into his arms and holding him close. For a while they staid that way, across the large bed, warming in each other's presence.
Gateau felt his interrupted sleep threaten him once again, but it was pushed aside quite quickly as Marron shifted against him slightly, giving him certain ideas. According to Gateau's mind, there were at least 436 things one could do with a naked Marron, and none of them involved sleeping. Now, if he could just get consent...
Gateau was sure it was going to be a fight, but he was well prepared with an arsenal of Marron-seducing weapons. The first being a long, slow, gentle kiss which he applied as he leaned over the other. Marron accepted it well enough, wrapping an arm about Gateau's neck and kissing back. He made no objection as Gateau slipped his tongue into the mix, gliding it across Marron's provoking him to do the same. It was only when Gateau's hand, having been in secret descent the entire time, formed a tentative fist about his penis, that he swatted the hand away.
"I'm tired, Gateau," he rolled over, unconsciously giving Gateau an unrestricted view of his pert little bottom. He couldn't resist caressing one of those pale globes, running his hand over the flesh and continuing up Marron's back and across his shoulders. Marron leaned into the caress, disregarding its not so innocent origins. Gateau continued to massage his shoulder with his one free hand, wishing for a better position but content as Marron made a sound somewhere between a moan and a purr.
Deciding he had at least a little bit to work with, Gateau wrapped an arm around Marron middle and shifted them both towards the head of the bed. His back rested against the pillows, spreading his legs, he situated Marron between them so that his back rested on Gateau's chest. Continuing to work Marron's shoulders, enjoying the warmed flesh beneath his hands, Gateau did his best to keep his mind away from the fact that his cock was mere inches from--
No, jumping the mage would get him nothing but an invitation to sleep on the floor.
Cautiously he moved to brush Marron's hair to one side. Leaning forward, he kissed the exposed pale neck lightly. Repeating the action, he moved down to the junction of Marron's collar bone, a particularly sensitive area. First his tongue then his teeth attacked the spot, pulling at the flesh and marking his territory. As his bite became more forceful, Marron shrugged him off, pushing to the side and out of Gateau's immediate grasp. He laid down again, really quite worn out. Not only had he spent several hours in the woods, but happening upon the remaining force of the enemy had been forced to seal it away, a process that required a certain amount of energy. Rolling to his stomach, Marron folded his arms and buried his head on them, trying to block out the light of the room.
For a moment he thought Gateau had conceded. The mattress bounced as the larger man got up to turn down the lanterns. Marron took a deep breath to convince himself that he really didn't care to take part in such activities.
Suddenly a warm body was pressed over him. Gateau straddled his hips, arms supporting his weight as he leaned in to kiss the soft skin of Marron's back. Slowly he worked his way down in a line of soft, tender touches of his lips. As he reached the place where back transformed into bottom, he met with a slight objection, no more than a sigh.
"Let me," he whispered, right hand slipping beneath Marron's hips to brush at his sensitive organ.
Marron whimpered lightly as his hips were lifted, his knees spread apart enough for Gateau's hands to go to work. He began to stroke Marron's cock, feeling the silken skin slide easily beneath his hand. The mage's body, always sensitive, responded readily. When Gateau let his free hand wander to Marron's nipple he found it already hard and the boy jerked in his arms as he pinched it.
He continued on, touching each spot that would elicit a reaction. When he sat back, Marron trembled, trying to catch his breath. It was a lost cause. Gateau placed a stable hand on the small of Marron's back and leant forward. He kissed there, at the base of the mage's spine, then one pale cheek of his bottom. His moist tongue trailed the crease there, then paused to push against Marron's tight entrance. His lover gasped, tried to pull away, but was held in a firm grasp. Gateau continued, pressing his tongue past the tight ring of muscles, feeling so very close. He worked, stretching Marron, reaching a hand around to play with the other's pulsing cock. Finally he withdrew. Marron drew a shuddering breath, his eyes closed tight and face blushed a bright red.
"Can I?" Gateau asked, hoping he wouldn't be corrected on his grammar; it had happened before.
Marron just nodded, dropping his head and letting his long hair curtain off the embarrassing world around him. Uncontent, Gateau brushed back the raven strands. He turned his body and dropped to the mattress. Lifting his head, he drew Marron down into a kiss, shifting and trying to pull the other on top of him. Marron resisted at first, but it was of little use against Gateau strength and long, patient kisses.
So he found himself atop the other man, gentle hands on his hip urging him up again, holding, aligning. He drew a deep breath then slowly pushed himself down onto the head of Gateau's erection, feeling it stretch the inside of him. He paused, just a moment, then in one move sat heavily unto he met once again with Gateau's body. There was silence as they both tried to breath, Gateau tried to wait and almost succeeded.
When he could no longer, he lifted Marron, bringing him down slowly. He watched the mage closely, worried by the closed eyes but comforted by the erect organ that lay against his stomach. Again he lifted the boy and brought him back down, reveling in the tightness that released and consumed him. Still, the mage refused to pick up the rhythm or move on his own. His hands were fisted, pressed against Gateau's chest for balance but not leverage.
Caught in his own need, Gateau let his previous idea slide from mind and, taking firm hold of Marron, flipped them over so that the mage was beneath him and his own weight as balanced carefully off his lover. He pulled Marron's legs more firmly over his hips, adjusting. With a hand beside the other's shoulder, he pressed forward, pulled back, then pressed again. Marron gasped as he hit the spot within him that made it all worth while.
With the positioning settled, Gateau fell easily into a quick, pistoning rhythm. Marron gasped beneath him. Shaken with each powerful thrust, Marron's hands tried to find purchase on Gateau's shoulders, only to find them out of reach. Instead delicate fingers gripped the edges of the pillow he laid against. Pressure built, a tension within and without, and neither of them could think anything more than completion.
It was with a silent gasp, a graceful arching of his back, that Marron came. Three more thrusts and Gateau followed him, releasing his own seed deep into the body of the mage. With a great happy sensation of fulfillment, Gateau opened his eyes and separated himself gently from Marron, still leaning over him. He reached for the bedside lamp and flicked it on so he could see the mage.
Against the dark sheets, Marron looked extremely pale, but high upon his cheeks were flushed spots of red. Strands of black hair fanned out beneath him, tangled around his fingers, clung to his damp forehead. His chest rose with sharp, quick breaths.
Grabbing a tissue from a decorative box on the nightstand, Gateau wiped up the white liquid that puddled on the boy's stomach. Golden eyes watched. Gateau tossed the paper bit to the floor and shut off the light. Maneuvering with some grace, he laid down on his side, pulling Marron close so that the mage's back rested against his chest. He draped his arm over the boy's waist and felt Marron's hand cover his own in quiet appreciation.
"Still cold?" Gateau mumbled as he pressed his face to Marron's neck. In response he received only the soft breathing that indicated the other was already asleep. He smiled, "Love you, beautiful."
~finis~
Please forgive me, this was done a week before finals and my brain is quite a wreck...review anyway? Please?
Miko No Hoshi