Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Perpetual Thoughts ❯ The Arousal That Spread Throughout Eden ( Chapter 3 )

Back in Eden, they carried on unabated. The kiss had grown that bit more heated, and Gateau had gone to undo Marron's robes at that moment, but had been stopped; Marron had shook his head, saying that he'd rather be somewhere just a little more private to do things like that, that they should head back to Eden. Gateau had agreed, and the two of them had quickly hurried back to the Stella Church.

 

The quick journey made Marron think... that kiss had certainly been quite telling. From a simple capturing of the lips, it'd gone to Gateau getting so hot and bothered that he was prepared to take Marron right there on the riverbank? Was that the effect his lips had?

 

Still, Eden was somewhere a little more secluded, a little more private. Carrot was likely out somewhere, and doors could be locked... both Marron's bedroom and Gateau's bedroom were empty, Marron decided that he should like to go to his own bedroom. Gateau didn't argue.

 

Closing the door on the rest of the world, Marron made sure to lock the door. Gateau was already at the bed, smiling across at Marron, "So... how do you wanna do this?"

 

"How do you mean, Gateau?"

 

"Well, y'know... do you wanna go slow and gentle, or do you want me to take you quickly, or...?"

 

The thought that yes, they really were going to have sex happened across Marron's mind. His heart gave a jump for it; but surely, hadn't that been what he'd been leading to in the first place? If he was going to almost entirely use Gateau for the sex, why not start as he meant to go on?

 

He couldn't help but feel nervous, though. Even despite that.

 

Marron disguised his unease with a small smile and a low laugh.

 

"Oh, I thought we could take it as it comes to us... perhaps start slowly, change as our passions rose... is that really the kind of act that can be planned, Gateau?"

 

"Hey, you were the one who said he wanted to control things."

 

Marron joined Gateau on the bed, "Control... or be controlled..."

 

Such a hinting sentence, one that Gateau couldn't begin to guess the meaning of... and the way he'd said it, too...! His voice so low, so tempting... he didn't know quite how to suggest things to Gateau, but... perhaps with mere implication, he could tell Gateau what he wanted. Suggest it quietly, and hope that Gateau would comply. After all, hadn't Gateau just said that he'd do anything for Marron's sake? Be anybody Marron wanted him to be, more or less? Of course, the person Marron wanted was Carrot. Gateau couldn't be Carrot, but if he could at least be somebody who'd bring Marron's climax to him, then... surely... surely that was enough...

 

Gateau's face carried a hint of a frown, "What's that?"

 

Slipping himself onto Gateau's lap and straddling his legs, Marron just gazed at Gateau.

 

"Exactly that, Gateau. I could be somebody who controlled... or perhaps I could be somebody being controlled... and you could be the one to control me..."

 

"I don't get you..."

 

Marron gently nibbled his way down Gateau's neck, tugging so slightly at Gateau's shirt. He felt he might as well assert a little dominance before he gave himself over entirely...

 

"I want you to control me, Gateau. You decide what I feel, or don't feel... don't give me any choice... be as rough as you like, I... I don't mind... if you treat me like that... I wouldn't mind..."

 

He spoke in a breathless whisper, and there was silence enough afterward as Gateau took those words in for Marron to look up curiously; was Gateau seriously thinking about the things he'd suggested? Maybe it'd be easier than he'd thought it would be... maybe, really maybe, Gateau would...

 

Gateau's expression was wiped and replaced with a wide smile, "Stop kidding around, idiot. I wouldn't wanna be rough with someone so beautiful, I wouldn't wanna break you or anything!"

 

Marron glared to the side, "I'm not that delicate, Gateau. I can take your passions, however strong they may be..."

 

"I'm sure you can, but does there have to be any kind of 'I'm the one in control, you're not' about it? Let's just fool around a bit, I wouldn't mind if you were a bit dominant again..."

 

"... Again?"

 

A nod, "Yeah, like you were that time. Damn, if you knew the kind of fantasies I've had since then...! They're like nothing I've ever really thought about before! I mean, sure I'd thought of you before, and all... so beautiful and all, woulda been hard for me not to think of you like that... but before, it'd just been, well, you know, the usual kind of thing..."

 

They'd stopped their movement for a moment, Marron still with his robe half-undone from where Gateau'd made a start on it back by the river, Gateau still mostly clothed. Gateau lay on the bed and Marron lay on top of him, his legs around Gateau's waist, and Gateau's arms holding him upright and close. For the time being, it was alright just to talk.

 

Marron let Gateau pull his head closer to his chest, and leant against it.

 

"No, I don't know. Tell me."

 

Gateau sensed a command in those two sentences, and seemed all too happy to oblige.

 

"Well, see... usually it'd just be like... when we were out camping or whatever during our missions, and maybe I'd catch you in the nearby lake or something, bathing... or you'd catch me getting undressed, or something like that... and you'd look up at me and say you wanted me, and I'd be overjoyed and say I wanted you too, and then, well, y'knowww..."

 

"I knowww what?"

 

"Well, we'd fuck."

 

Marron closed his eyes, slight amusement in his voice as he spoke, "These dreams of yours sound so romantic, Gateau."

 

Gateau's laugh was a little quieter, he seemed embarrassed.

 

"W-well, ahahah, some of them were romantic, the dreams I mean... I mean, there was still sex and all, but... you'd just be so soft and gentle, and we'd move so slowly, and sometimes if I imagined real hard, then I could hear you moan, in my dreams... 'course, it helped when we'd be sleeping out, 'cause sometimes you'd make little noises in your sleep, nothing really major or anything, usually just a little 'uhm' or an 'ahhn', but... it'd be enough for me to dream about..."

 

He pushed gently at Marron, "Ahah, you're not supposed to know about all that stuff, it's embarrassing! Can't you tell me about something you dream about, or something?"

 

The suggestion wandered through Marron's mind, "Something I dream about?"

 

"Yeah... don't tell me you don't have sexy dreams or anything, you're still a teenager, and that's exactly the kind of age so don't try to deny it any..."

 

"Oh, I have those kinds of dreams, Gateau... they frustrate me as much as they excite me... you see, it's... it's difficult..."

 

Marron wondered if he should broach the subject of his climactic inability to Gateau; now seemed as good a time as any.

 

"Hey, you can tell me about what you dream about, I'm ready to listen! You don't need to be embarrassed with me, Marron!"

 

"N-no, I mean... not that, it's... it's hard..."

 

"You'd kinda hope so."

 

"Not like that! No, it's just... i-it's... difficult for me to... ah..." His voice dropped a little, "... it's hard for me to come, Gateau... it's... it's not easy for me..."

 

Gateau nuzzled Marron's neck, frustrating him by not seeming to realise at all, the effort it'd taken for Marron to even say that much. It wasn't just hard, it seemed impossible, except in sleep, except for when it was guided by dreams...

 

Ah, the dreams. They'd been talking about them before. Maybe if he went back to them... while he thought about that, Gateau sounded much too amused for Marron's liking.

 

"Marron's so repressed that even that's difficult? Man, we gotta do some loosening up on you, I think! And I sure wouldn't mind being the one to loosen you, heh. We'll get you screaming in orgasm in no time, don't you worry."

 

And he went back to nuzzling Marron's neck. Marron almost wanted to ask who 'we' happened to be, but supposed that Gateau wasn't being quite literal.

 

Marron gasped as he supposed he was expected to, and Gateau nibbling against his neck like that... it wasn't Carrot, but it was nice. Not all of those gasps were false ones. But Gateau seemed to assume that it was so easy... well, of course, he would. He didn't realise that Marron lusted so hopelessly after his older brother, didn't realise the lengths he'd gone to to try to prevent those thoughts... and now he quite wanted those thoughts, they just weren't accessible to him...

 

The dreams. The topic of the dreams was the one to go with, Marron decided.

 

"Aah-nn... but, you see..."

 

"Mmmn?"

 

"My... my dreams..."

 

Gateau's hand was working further against Marron's robe, by this point. Carefully unbuttoning it, being so slow in his movements, keeping attentive to both Marron's voice as well as his body... Marron felt all too aware of Gateau's hands against his skin, cool and blunt as they seemed against his hot skin...

 

"... in my dreams, I... I dream of such base things..."

 

Fingers slipping underneath his robe now, Gateau's hands cold but warming nicely, brushing over his skin and just enough against his nipples to make Marron cry out...

 

"... ah... Gateau, l-listen to me..."

 

"I'm listening, I'm listening. I'm just touching you while I'm listening, or do you want me to stop?"

 

Marron moved against Gateau's lap, "N-no, I don't want you to stop. But you have to listen to me."

 

"Sure, I'm listening... carry on."

 

"A-ahn. I... I dream of being touched... but... not just by one person, or... o-or not even by a specific person... I dream of... people holding me down, and... making me do the things they want... being touched because they want to touch me... being... being violated to the brink of my sanity... that's... that's what I dream about... so... if you wanted to be similar, I... I wouldn't mind..."

 

Gateau had Marron's robe pulled from his shoulders now, and was currently lifting Marron's arms away from the robe when he looked up, "What, you're saying you want me to act like that?"

 

Marron blushed as Gateau moved beneath him, rolling the two of them over, shifting so he lay on top of Marron; he shifted his legs so he was the one straddled over Marron, he was the one to pin Marron down. He just silently stared at his imminent lover for a moment; Marron was blushing heavily, and his breathing was deep... and he looked up with such a wide-eyed stare, and Gateau didn't know what that meant... was that part of what Marron had been speaking of, the whole 'I want you to be as rough as possible with me' thing? Did Marron want to play the part of the doe-eyed little subordinate?

 

The stare Marron gave up to Gateau was half for show and half from desperation; arousal was rising heavy and fast within him, and it seemed to be strange to be in such a situation, but it was true... it was true... he really was going to have sex, and... even if it wasn't with Carrot, that... that didn't matter, did it? It wasn't as if Gateau was entirely unfamiliar, and he certainly had feelings for Marron, whatever those were... he wanted to be taken like how he'd been taken in his dreams. He didn't want a chance to argue, or to say no; he wanted to be taken, and taken quickly, and if he was taken quickly enough to be surprised, then maybe his body might be surprised enough to let him climax...

 

Gateau just smiled, stroking Marron's cheek as he leant down to kiss him lightly on the lips.

 

"You're not a weak person, Marron. I don't want you to act like one, 'cause I know you're not... I know you're probably nervous, that you've probably not done much like this before, but... just be a little more light-hearted, y'know? Don't look at me like I've caught you stealing the last biscuit from the tin or anything, just... let yourself go a bit. Let your hair down a little. Relax, enjoy it...!"

 

"Gateau... the things I want you to do..."

 

Gateau leant down from Marron's lips, down to his neck, his chest, his stomach, lower... he reached the edge of Marron's trousers, felt his fingers lightly over the fabric... he smiled contentedly as he heard Marron's deep moan.

 

"... Nevermind those. We'll get rid of these first, right?"

 

"Ah-hhn..."

 

Taking that for the affirmative, Gateau slowly tugged Marron's trousers and undergarments down, eyeing Marron's erection carefully... it was something he'd seen before, but he relished the thought of seeing it again. And touching it. And tasting it. And making the vision of beauty he saw most every day of his waking life into something uncontrollable, but something he'd made uncontrollable...

 

Seeing an opportunity for that, Gateau continued to stroke his way down Marron's body, but didn't stop once he came to the obvious; he stroked Marron's hips, his thighs... he knelt up, still stroking Marron's leg, holding it up with him as he went.

 

Marron just frowned, "Gateau, Gateau... what are you doing?"

 

"I just want to see Marron smile a little, that's all. Say... how ticklish are you?"

 

Marron's eyes widened briefly in realization, "Gateau, you-... you wouldn't!"

 

"I guess that means you are, right?"

 

The sudden influx of feeling Marron felt...! Of course, not quite the right kind of feeling, but Gateau couldn't help but laugh; he had Marron's ankle in quite a tight hold, softly running the edges of his fingernails up and down Marron's foot. His reaction had been quite explosive; seemed that Marron was ticklish, after all.

 

"AHHHHNNNNNN!! NN-.... nn... GATEAU-!.... Please... pleasestopplease... NO... AHHNN..."

 

Gateau glanced up as he tickled. Far from laughing, Marron did at least seem to be reacting... he gasped and he moaned, and his hands clenched the bedsheets... Gateau stopped suddenly and Marron's body froze, breathing heavily. Gateau wondered if Marron was looking at him; if he was, it was underneath the silky curtain of hair that'd fallen over him... Gateau just smirked, not letting go of Marron's ankle.

 

"I guess you don't get tickled that much, then?"

 

"Nobody would have occasion nor reason to tickle me in such a way, Gateau..."

 

Another feather-light tickle that made Marron squirm; Gateau snickered, "Oh, really? Ya sure Carrot doesn't tickle you when we're not looking?"

 

It was only gentle teasing, but enough to earn Marron's wholehearted attention; he sat up slightly, shaking his head to brush hair out of his eyes, which narrowed slightly at the mention of that name.

 

"... What do you mean?"

 

Gateau smirked, "C'mon, I'm sure he does it all the time, I always used to tickle Eclair to piss her off. You're always so quiet and stuff, I bet Carrot loves to tickle you!"

 

"I... fail to see the connection..."

 

"Maybe he does it to punish you, huh? Naughty-waughty otouto... tickleickleickleickle..."

 

"AHHHNN... NNN... NIISAN...!! Niii... NIISAN!!"

 

Gateau was taken aback by Marron's overenthusiastic cries. He'd cried out just as passionately when he was being tickled before, but... there was just something in the way he said that name, just something that caught Gateau, slightly... maybe it was just him assuming things, but... was there just a touch of desperation in that cry? Just a tad of hopeless... something or other?

 

... He was probably just assuming things, he reassured himself. To be sure, he stopped tickling Marron's foot, and let it drop to the bed. He managed a smile, "That's the wrong name, Marron."

 

Marron realised he'd been caught out; what was he supposed to say?! He sucked in air as his mind, feelings thrown haphazardly around during the tickling onslaught, attempted to come up with some kind of excuse.

 

"... I... I was about to say something about my brother, but... you disturbed me just as I was going to say, whatever it was I was going to say... I forget what it was now..."

 

"Ha ha, well, if you're sure. That was a bit creepy, I don't mind you calling out my name like that, but not Carrot's name, that's just weird! He's too scrawny anyway, you should worship my beautiful body..."

 

"Maybe we should stop."

 

Gateau had been on a roll, but stopped abruptly when Marron spoke. Even though both had spoken at the same time, Gateau couldn't help but hear... he blinked at Marron.

 

"... Uh?"

 

"I, I mean... we're here like this, but... we don't know where the others are, and we can't afford to be too loud... my brother could be here at any moment, I... I wouldn't like him to find us in this situation."

 

"Heh, I guess I shouldn't have mentioned him... I thought you said you'd try to be more comfortable with me in the future, though? Like, telling Carrot about me and you and all?"

 

"Indeed, but I'd rather tell him on my own terms; I'd rather he didn't just happen to walk in one moment and find us like that. Please, Gateau... I'd rather... just for the moment... that we didn't carry on... not in any kind of angry sense, but... I'd just like to stop, for the moment."

 

Gateau frowned, "You... wanna stop? Uh, sure, if you really wanna, but... you were getting so excited there..."

 

His eyes dropped momentarily down to Marron's still-hard erection... and his own arousal felt trapped, still wearing trousers as he was... Marron caught the eye movement, but said nothing. He almost wished Gateau hadn't mentioned his brother; and that had been too close, after all. He had no desire to end up sleeping with Gateau while calling his brother's name out... doing something like that, it was as much as broadcasting it from Eden's spire... if one person knew, it was as bad as any amount of people knowing. For just one person to know, it would mean that Marron's deepest secret was no longer secret, and he'd been dangerously close just a few moments ago... he felt Gateau believed him, the whole 'I was about to say something different' thing, but... no, Gateau had to go. He didn't realise the danger or realise the reason why he should go... Marron hoped that Gateau would just trust him on that.

 

"... I'm sure, Gateau. I... I'd rather wait until we definitely had some time to ourselves, time while we might not be disturbed... please."

 

Gateau nodded, "I wouldn'ta wanna force you into anything you didn't wanna do..."

 

In his mind, however... Gateau couldn't help but wonder, those things that Marron had spoken about before... about being taken with no question, and those dreams he had... maybe Marron was testing him somehow? Maybe Marron was seeing how he'd react to that kind of situation... he had wanted to be dominated, after all... maybe Marron was giving him an opportunity to dominate...?

 

Maybe that was it. And if Marron was testing him, he wanted to pass!

 

"... but... you're so sexy, Marron... I don't wanna hold back... maybe I don't wanna stop..."

 

Gateau leant forward once more, taking Marron's lips with his; Marron's eyes opened wide, what was Gateau doing? He'd already said to stop... Gateau pressed him down, and Marron let him; the momentary rush from the loss of power was enough to flare up Marron's arousal once more... that had been what he'd wanted, hadn't it? For Gateau to take him with abandon?

 

That didn't excuse the fact that Carrot might walk in at any moment, though. Or take away the worry Marron had of crying his brother's name during such passionate moments... he didn't want to take the risk, but he wasn't quite sure how to stop Gateau... maybe he'd confused him a bit, but it seemed that he'd lost comprehension of the word 'no'...

 

Marron reached up to loop his hands around Gateau's neck. Oh, and Gateau's lips felt wonderful against his own neck, but this was not quite the time nor the place... Gateau didn't seem to notice as Marron's hand grasped over his neck and shoulder in a certain way, and was perhaps too blinded by lust to notice Marron's quiet chant.

 

"Vu éneéka née réeré kahna sévéréka..."