Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Perpetual Thoughts ❯ Unfulfilled ( Chapter 15 )

Milphey only heard a subtle yet intense growl as he was pushed from the bedroom; he stepped back across the corridor as Marron's hands guided him, then he felt the cool surface of the wall opposite the bedrooms against his back, Marron's hands on his shoulders, Marron's body pressed against his... he wished to make some kind of comment, humorous or otherwise, but he found his mouth swiftly covered by another and he suddenly found that he couldn't speak to make any kind of comment at all.

 

The corridor was dark and Milphey couldn't see too much other than the faint light from the night outside being lighter than the darkness inside, rectangles of light gently staining the floor and walls to either side of him... he couldn't see much but he could feel plenty to keep him occupied, and what he felt mystified him.

 

It wasn't as if he was unaware of the situation; he was pressed against a wall, he was being pressed against said wall by a, from the definite feel of Marron's body against his, very horny teenager... well, that was as far as it went, he was being held and kissed and those hands were not going to be letting him go. No, the thing that was confusing to Milphey's mind was that, well... this was Marron doing this...!

 

Not that that was a bad thing. Especially in recent times since Milphey had been paying that little bit more attention to Marron than he'd done in the past, Milphey was quite aware of what an attractive youth Marron was. One would have to be blind to miss that, of course - Marron's charms had seduced Gateau and even set up curiosity within Carrot; even if he were not aware of his innate power for such things, it couldn't be denied that Marron possessed something special. Wickedly so, and he wielded it to his capable advantage.

 

So, it was dark, they were alone in the corridor, and Milphey had the very attractive young mage affixed to his face. There were worse situations to be found in, Milphey had to admit.

 

Marron's kiss was feral, not giving Milphey the chance to react or retaliate; as much as he wanted he took, his tongue seeming occupied in a one-sided battle. Milphey wasn't going to fight against him, but to let Marron think he might... a little defiance could be fun. Marron's mouth carried a certain taste to it, too... Milphey gave a slight stop as he remembered quite what Marron had been doing with his mouth a few minutes before, just where it'd been, but... that wasn't an unpleasant thought either, and anyway, it couldn't be helped. Milphey pressed back against Marron, kissing back in attempt to taste whatever interesting things were there to be tasted.

 

This seemed to loosen Marron's tongue; he issued forth a low moan, Milphey feeling it as well as hearing it. That moan so tainted by Marron's voice... Milphey pushed slightly against Marron's hands. No, this was strange. It was nice, but it was strange - it wasn't as if Milphey hadn't suggested that Marron seek sexual relief in his hands in the past, but Marron had never had the will to take Milphey up on that... now, though... was he suddenly wordlessly willing? What were his reasons?

 

Whatever they were, Milphey couldn't quite push Marron away long enough to ask him. Marron was surprisingly strong when he wanted to be.

 

Marron's thoughts were less considerate. Any rational thought had been lost when he'd heard Carrot's cry at reaching orgasm. An orgasm that he'd achieved at the hands (and other things) of his brother; not the first in that style but the first while Carrot was aware... there was the matter of Carrot thinking Marron's actions had been entirely Milphey, but that didn't matter. He could be ignorant for as long as he wanted but no matter what, Marron had brought Carrot to his climax. He'd made his brother come. His mind caught on that thought and spun it around until there was nothing other than that - he'd made Carrot come. He, had made Carrot, his brother, come.

 

Carrot had come.

 

Carrot had been able to reach orgasm.

 

What a bastard. How dare he. How dare he just lie there and accept oral sex from anybody who'd tie him up. How dare he not realise just who's mouth was sucking him off in the first place. How dare he be so ignorant.

 

How wonderful ignorance was.

 

How blissful ignorance was. How wonderful that he'd accept something without knowing that he'd never dare if he were aware.

 

How fucking annoying. How dare he be such a fucking moron that he could have an orgasm after having so many and still cry out as if it were his first and still not realise that it'd been his brother's mouth leading him to that point in the first place.

 

How dare he be able to shudder in climax.

 

How dare he be able to feel such things and not treasure just that he could feel those things, to not be aware that there were some certain people who were too far-gone in their obsessions to succumb to such pleasures...

 

How dare he be able to come.

 

Basic principle being, eventually Marron just didn't care anymore. All he could focus on was the fact that his brother had had his umpteenth orgasm in so many days, this orgasm had been by Marron's attempted skills, and it seemed as if he'd been quite successful. So successful that Carrot would suggest Milphey give a reprise at some other point... no. No, that wasn't right, that wasn't acceptable. It hadn't been Milphey's mouth, Milphey's touch... it'd been Milphey's voice, but that was nothing in comparison...! Even despite the fact that Carrot couldn't know, it angered Marron that he would suggest further activity with Milphey, even more so that Milphey would agree... didn't Milphey realise? Why the hell couldn't Carrot?

 

Anger was a passion in itself, and Milphey was as good a person as any to unleash it upon. In a more rational state of mind Marron may have considered the benefits in that Milphey likely wouldn't argue to any suggestion and would be far more agreeable than Gateau ever could have been simply because of his own extended knowledge of the situation that Gateau just couldn't have possessed, but... rational was not Marron's state of mind at that point. His thought process concerning the person pressed against the wall in front of him ran more along the lines to the fact that this person was a wilful recipient of his impending feelings... no, less even than that. Milphey was alive and human and hot and willing, and that was all that mattered to Marron's mind at that moment in time.

 

Milphey's mind swam, but he felt he should try to keep a handle on the situation. Marron was quite obviously unbearably horny; it didn't take a genius to work that one out, but... lust did funny things to people, especially so to Marron, it seemed. Milphey was willing to accept sex if it happened to happen, sex was almost always good when it just happened to happen like that, especially with a partner as appealing as Marron was... but there were thoughts and feelings and consequences and other stuff Milphey didn't want to have to think about. Just be able to let go for a night and fuck or be fucked, either was good and both would be better, and why did everything have to be concerned with what would happen afterward? Everyone seemed so damned hung up on things that might/might not/could/could not happen, whatever. Screw that, why not just do something already? Milphey could shamefully admit to being just as susceptible to lust as the next man, and when you had Marron Glacé writhing against you all hot and bothered like that, you just didn't push him away. Only an idiot would want to try something like that.

 

"Gateau, you idiot," Milphey smirked to himself despite himself. Gateau's loss.

 

Part of Milphey's mind still whispered to him and willed him to remain thoughtful and aware; for so long, hadn't the situation been hinged on Marron's moral and ethical choices and decisions? He wished to dedicate himself entirely to his brother, Milphey could respect that. This decision that Marron had made had led to the eventual detriment of his and Gateau's relationship, however that was standing these days... Marron seemed so determined to only accept things on his own terms that he was willing to reject anything or anybody that didn't live up to those standards. Alright, Milphey thought. People could be like that. However, what part of everything Milphey understood about Marron involved things like this happening? Perhaps there'd been smallprint he'd glossed over. Perhaps Marron just couldn't take it anymore. Perhaps spontaneous sex was just what the boy needed; if nothing else, he needed to get that damned stick out of his ass and have it be replaced by something entirely more pleasant already. Milphey was willing to fill the position for as long as Marron was willing to offer it.

 

Marron's kiss was slowing somewhat, but was no less with it's power or will to claim. Milphey felt as if Marron were playing with him, testing him, teasing him... Milphey let himself be teased and tested and tasted. Let Marron get used to him, let Marron get very used to him... and their bodies seemed to fit together so nicely, still pressed and pressing as they were... something else was quite pressing and with every shift of Marron's body Milphey felt aware of Marron's hard erection nudging against him, pressing just further away than where it was needed... the thoughts and the movements were slowly more maddening to Milphey, but Marron seemed almost unaware of his own physical state of arousal... if he was, he wasn't showing any sign of it. Perhaps that attention could come after the kiss, but Marron still displayed no sign of stopping... if he was starting to tire, he wasn't showing any outward sign of that, either. However, desire played it's own tricks on the human body, and Milphey felt a delicious tremble in his knees; to be able to sit down, to lie down, whatever... it was a corridor, corridors had carpets, carpet was fine enough.

 

Though, in the corridor? What if somebody needed a late-night glass of water, or something? Given the tendency of people in Eden to walk into the most inappropriate circumstances, Milphey felt less and less comfortable with the situation as time went on. Marron felt wonderful, there was no denying that, but Milphey's ears keened intently, just waiting for the click of a doorhandle and the muted collision of a door opening somewhere, somebody stepping out into the corridor, somebody just bound to see them...

 

If somebody were to see them Milphey liked to think that he and Marron could come up with quite a show for them, but that wasn't the point. If nothing else, Milphey knew Marron wouldn't enjoy being quizzed on his private life come the morning, even if he had been careless enough to be spotted. No, if this were to continue, it would have to continue somewhere else. Feeling dutiful to prevent his young charge from going too far just yet, Milphey managed to wrest his mouth away from Marron's and his body away from the same. Marron said nothing, but his grunt of confusion was all Milphey needed to explain himself.

 

"Uh?"

 

"Marron-chan, not in a corridor. Do you wish to be caught?"

 

Marron's voice was as whispered as Milphey's had been yet a degree or ten harsher, "Come on."

 

Feeling the warmth of Marron's body leave him momentarily, Milphey felt his wrist be grabbed as he was suddenly almost dragged along the corridor, back to the bedroom he had initially waited for Marron in in the first place. There would be as good as any it seemed, Marron quickly opened the door then slammed it shut once both he and Milphey were on the other side. That was surely privacy enough.

 

"Woah-!"

 

Milphey let out a call of surprise as he was pushed at once more, purposefully losing his balance to end up on the floor; best not to tempt fate with his shaking legs any longer. He'd wondered if the change in scenery might make Marron that little bit more alert, but Marron was knelt then crouched then kissing just as fervently as he had been out in the corridor.

 

"M-Marron... Marron-... chan..."

 

For a moment Marron seemed to dare to move down to attack Milphey's jawline and neck with his biting kisses, and his name managed to escape Milphey's lips. Hearing that voice seemed to hit Marron with a dull kind of shock; he silenced Milphey once more.

 

The desire between what was right and what he wanted to be right was waging war within Milphey's mind and body. Soon he found himself pressed against the floor, not even having to sit up... he felt he should say something to Marron, something to try and deflect him and really get him thinking about what it was he was doing, what it was he might do, who it was he might do... as wonderfully addicting as the feelings Milphey was receiving from Marron were, he still felt painfully aware of the fact that he just wasn't Carrot; obviously their little stunt from before had had quite the effect on Marron, but... really so much so? Didn't he want to think about this?

 

Once again Marron's mouth shifted down to Milphey's neck, but this time Milphey was aware of a hand gliding over his neck and up to his mouth. The fingers pressed softly against Milphey's lips, he took one of them in a gentle bite. This was obviously sign that Marron wanted Milphey to keep quiet, if nothing else.

 

That was difficult, though. It had been easy enough to keep quiet previously, just remaining to the side while Marron-chan did what he would to Carrot...

 

Milphey wondered how Marron had managed it. Given the circumstance, given the person... just how had he managed not to even moan?... Such was the boy's willpower, and that quite impressed Milphey. Of course, perhaps this very situation came about from said willpower... perhaps to challenge Marron to something like that had been to push him too far. Perhaps his willpower refused to go any further.

 

Shifting against Marron, Milphey couldn't hide the fact that he was aroused, not anymore. Would that please Marron? Would that anger him? Milphey wasn't quite sure... both wore only the standard thin nightshirt that dominated Eden's laundry, the fabric easy and light for sleeping on warm nights, but hopelessly inadequate when it came to hiding any kind of arousal. Though really, by this point, was there any point in hiding it? The thought of what they'd been doing to Carrot had been an interesting and amusingly naughty one while doing it, but now Milphey was just as physically aroused as Marron was and quite mindful of the fact that his own hard prick seemed to be pressed against... the thought changed as Marron shifted around, sometimes Milphey just felt aware of something hot against him, but then Marron would move and Milphey would realise...

 

The sane thing would have been to think about it. Think about the thoughts and feelings involved, were they rushing into things, what consequences would it all have...

 

It seemed just as likely to Milphey's mind that Marron perhaps didn't want to think about anything anymore. Not have to worry about disobedience or rejection, just be overtaken by the force to do something and be able to do... Milphey quite wanted to hear Marron's voice say something along the lines of 'Milphey, I have to DO something...' just so he could giggle and go 'Do me, do ME!', but that was somewhat immature and, on hearing Marron growl once more, probably quite out-of-place in the situation. No matter what the reasoning, it couldn't be denied that Marron was now deathly serious about whatever it was he planned to do, and however far he planned to go.

 

To not be able to think... to not have to worry, to not have to fret over the consequences... Milphey knew how desirable that was. He wanted to grant Marron that. He wouldn't try to prevent Marron-chan anything, wouldn't try to stop him... he'd let Marron be controlling as far as possible and gently guide where he could. Hopefully Marron would appreciate that. Hopefully Marron wouldn't be angry come the morning...

 

Come the morning, Marron probably really would regret. As much as anybody else, possibly even more, Milphey was aware of Marron's feelings, especially those concerning Carrot. It seemed as if Marron was quite hell-bent on the significant things being with Carrot...

 

Then again, Marron had very nearly had sex with Gateau on several different occasions. Alright so they hadn't actually made it the full way in any of those instances, but that didn't rule out the fact that, at least for a few moments here or there, Marron had to have been be quite willing. Obviously at some point or another, even if it was only for a few brief seconds, Marron had been attracted to the idea of sex with Gateau...

 

At the moment, he seemed quite attracted to the idea of sex with Milphey, or whatever it was he was planning to do.

 

It had been a while, Milphey had to admit. Duty as a Haz Knight didn't leave an awful lot of time for personal relationships, and it'd been longer than Milphey could even offhandedly remember since he'd had a significant other of either gender... sex didn't need to be in a personal relationship and the time since that had been less than the other, but even so... it had been a while, and his body was swiftly adjusting to the thought that he was going to get laid, his thoughts reducing to a pleasant haze sometimes interrupted by a stronger, more potent feeling... Marron's hips would occasionally press down against Milphey, slowly grinding then lifting then repeating once more... Milphey let his head hit back against the floor, still with Marron's hand covering his mouth. Was it his place to try to stop the younger mage...

 

Perhaps it was like when people were sleepwalking. In that kind of mental state, it was common knowledge that it was dangerous to wake them for the disorientation it'd cause... similar for people in hypnotic trances, depending on the kind of magic you had to be quite careful about just when you chose to snap somebody out of it...

 

Was lust a similar kind of trance?

 

Was it deeper than that?

 

On the other side of things, Marron's fevered mind was quite enchanted by this wilful person below him. This was a similar mindstate... memories surfaced of the heat of a humid night, the sudden attraction of being able to control... the night was not as humid but the atmosphere was just as charged, and somehow he knew he wouldn't be challenged. Let actions do the talking, nothing needed to be said... be able to touch and feel and kiss and nip and bite and suck and hear those muffled gasps and know that he'd caused them... even though his mouth was covered, Milphey still managed to gasp Marron's name beneath the entrapment of those fingers... he'd say Marron's name. Marron's name. He wasn't under any kind of illusion, he wasn't keeping up any kind of pretence...

 

Carrot hadn't realised. Carrot never realised. Whether he was under control of some strange concoction or tied up and willing to believe whatever was said to him - he never realised. What more was there to do? Even if Marron tied him up with no sly word about it, even if Marron tied him to the bed and pounded Carrot deep into it and commanded Carrot to cry his name, surely Carrot's mind would fabricate something to escape from the truth... a fevered dream, an illusion of the mind, anything to escape the fact of the lusty little brother holding him in thrall and domination.

 

This situation was one that had started with Carrot, but was now far, far away from him. This wasn't a matter of calming desires or doing this or that for the good of somebody else. Perhaps that had been how it'd started, but the more intense Marron's shiver at hearing Milphey's groan for the newest biting kiss, the more Marron knew he was enjoying the thrill of the sheer power he held over Milphey, Milphey's body, Milphey's desires... just as Marron felt that inexplicable need to needle Gateau whenever the conversation allowed it, Marron now felt a burning need to be wanted. It didn't matter by who at this point. It didn't strictly have to have involved sex, but oh, how that made things easier. People were so much more likely to say yes (or yes yes oh god yess) with the promise of carnal satisfaction on the horizon. Or closer. Like the floor.

 

Seeming to suddenly grow tired of the kisses, Marron leant up and took his hand away from Milphey's mouth. Milphey took a moment to muse on how loud and ragged his breathing suddenly sounded before being distracted by the hand now under his nightshirt and between his legs, touching and feeling... Marron wasn't in the mood for waiting around; Milphey let out a cry and sat up momentarily, trying to arch against Marron, press against him, feel that contact once more... Marron said nothing for a few moments, doing nothing but silently exploring with his fingertips.

 

It felt so much easier to explore in such a way when the partner you were exploring was fully aware of who you were and consented to what you were doing. Marron had felt almost scared to touch Carrot, though it'd been hard to hesitate... what if Carrot had realised that that was not Milphey's touch? Not that he had, and it was unrealistic to think he might, but there was always the possibility...

 

As it was, Milphey seemed contented enough to feel Marron's hand around his balls, feel them grasp and nudge and rub as Marron had done to Carrot, not that Milphey could be aware of that. Marron could hear Carrot's gasps in his mind, but felt aware of Milphey gasping beneath him at that moment... the same action causing two different reactions with two different people, interesting. The night had taught Marron that it seemed that Carrot had a penchant for having his balls touched, that would be another layer of depth added to Marron's fantasies, if he were to have any more despite himself. It'd be far easier to imagine Carrot during his moments of self-indulgence, in any case...

 

Marron's fingertips edged higher, almost tickling against the base of Milphey's shaft before taking hold of it in an altogether stronger hold. Milphey let out a soft moan then a louder one at feeling that... this sparked Marron's interest, he went back to the light touches.

 

"That... that's frustrating... isn't it?"

 

Milphey was quietly surprised to hear Marron's voice whisper against his ear. He seemed to talk with a deceptively gentle tone, but he was more surprised to hear Marron say anything at all... perhaps he himself was now allowed to speak?

 

"Uhn... it... I..."

 

A moment or so of the continual touch.

 

"... yes..."

 

It couldn't be denied that it was frustrating, Milphey just didn't know quite what it was that Marron wanted him to say. He could only fall back on the truth, though... he accentuated his point with a thrust of his hips, trying to drive his erection back into a firmer hold. Marron granted Milphey that, looping his thumb and middle finger around Milphey's arousal while brushing the rest of his hand up and down. Milphey let out the breath he'd been holding, pushing back on his elbows to sit up again.

 

The two of them were silent, and Milphey wondered if it was Marron's aim to bring him off with only his hand... the sensation was addicting and Milphey didn't doubt that his climax would be on him before long if Marron carried on, but... given Marron's manner and behaviour, wasn't that strange?

 

Perhaps even now he was determined to keep himself pure (in some sense of the word) for Carrot.

 

Maybe he had more planned for later on.

 

Milphey said nothing as he thought about the situation, hazy though his thoughts were becoming. If Marron had more planned... what more might he have to plan? It seemed like a situation where things could likely just happen for the sake of having them happen, but... Milphey remembered conversations from what seemed like a lifetime away, of Marron's dreams of being tied down and taken to the brink of his sanity and, more importantly, to the climax he so craved... out of sight of Marron in the darkness, Milphey frowned. Marron wasn't saying anything and he had a feeling that if Marron wanted something he'd be asking for it in no uncertain terms, this wasn't a situation to be embarrassed in, that emotion was long gone, but... perhaps Marron was waiting for Milphey's reaction, some kind of dominating turn from him? Driving Milphey to such a state of arousal that he couldn't think of doing anything else... was it something like that? The only thing he could do for the moment was to bide his time, see just where events were to take him.

 

"Milphey..."

 

"Uh-uhhn?"

 

"Do you like this?"

 

That wasn't a light-hearted question. Almost worried as to Marron's reaction to the negative, Milphey replied quickly and without hesitation.

 

"Yes... yes, of course..."

 

"Good."

 

Suddenly feeling the comparative softness of Marron's hair nudge against his stomach, Milphey couldn't prevent the sharp intake of breath on feeling his straining erection be engulfed by an irresistible warmth - again, Marron wasn't wasting time. Milphey spread his legs a little, bringing his arms up to lean on his hands... he could feel Marron's vague shape on the insides of his legs if he pressed them together, then let them fall back. He laughed softly.

 

"Marron-chan... if that was what you wanted... surely Carrot-chan deserves this a little more...?"

 

Marron brought his head back for a moment, "He won't say my name."

 

No reply further than that. Feeling Marron's mouth around him once more, Milphey bucked his hips then relaxed, repeating that motion over a couple of times before resting back once more and allowing Marron to do whatever he pleased.

 

It would have been easy to pretend to be Carrot. The lights were off, the night was dark, Marron was obviously quite taken by his thoughts and fantasies and needs... Milphey would have let Marron say 'niisan' if he'd wanted to. Would have done whatever Marron asked under the pretence of being Carrot, if Marron had really asked... and indeed, Marron was somebody always so focused on Carrot, that seemed almost a sane request...! However, it seemed that Marron was quite aware at who it was beneath him, who it was he pleasured... Milphey had somehow been selected for some other quality than that of being able to mimic Carrot, and he felt strange for that. Truer than Gateau's similar thoughts of a time long ago, Milphey entirely didn't mind if Marron wished to use him for his own ends. As long as it brought Marron his satisfaction, then that would have brought Milphey satisfaction of his own.

 

It seemed that both Gateau and Carrot often wondered just who it was that Marron loved. Both of them had experience of Marron's insistence of his feelings for this apparently mysterious person, though the answer was so obvious that neither of them seemed to be seeing the wood for the trees... but trees were much more pleasant to look at than just plain old wood, weren't they?

 

Milphey knew who it was Marron loved. He knew, and he knew that it wasn't himself. So the fact that Marron seemed to be doing what he was doing precisely because Milphey wasn't Carrot... that seemed so much stranger, somehow...

 

It was almost quite cruel, too. Gateau, months back, had been so happy to have Marron under his claims, to be able to call him his boyfriend, at the prospect of the things they could do together. Milphey didn't blame him; Marron was certainly stunning and ambiguous like nothing else, to have him for your own was almost to have tamed a wild beast, a commendable act in itself.

 

However, Marron wasn't the type to be tamed unless he longed for it himself, and Gateau had failed to confine this beautiful monster. Gateau had wanted Marron so badly and found himself unable to be anything that Marron had asked for. Milphey was, as far as he could tell, en route to going much further with Marron than Gateau had ever managed... that wasn't fair, was it?

 

Carrot, too. Carrot had been so unsure and at times even angry at Gateau for stealing his little brother away, doing things to corrupt him, saying that Marron shouldn't have sex with people he didn't love even though he just couldn't realise that that person was him, Carrot are you stupid, it's you, but no, you don't dare...

 

It was almost like stealing away what Gateau had wanted so badly and what Carrot fought to keep. It wasn't fair, and Milphey wondered if he should feel any kind of restraint for that; as far as the situation with these Sorcerer Hunters went, surely he was just an outsider, looking in? Carrot, Marron and Gateau were so entangled with themselves, to waltz in and pluck Marron from the events contained within the three of them to one much wider...

 

He could have been strong if he'd really wanted to be. He could have held Marron back, calmly said 'no', gently stroked Marron's hair and said 'now, don't you think you'll regret this?'... after all, Milphey had quite almost got somewhere with Carrot not so long ago, but had been loathe to do anything that might really have hurt Carrot, physically or emotionally as the case may have been. Carrot had been quite rabid himself that time, and Milphey had managed to diffuse the situation and had come up with some interesting theories about Marron that had turned out to be true; Carrot was sweet and he'd been confused, Milphey hadn't really wanted to take advantage of that confusion.

 

It was his place to be wise and to give advice, to be the one who thought about things and said the things that got the others to think about their own situations. It was his place to keep a level head, it was his place to keep an eye on these teenagers, it was his place to protect them...

 

It was his place to stay on the floor while Marron pressed him there, to shiver and moan and let himself be controlled by that addictive oblivion and oh, he wanted to come, he wanted to come so badly... he couldn't keep it back much longer.

 

He could have stayed out of the situation and remained a bystander to the events between those three. He really could have done. Just watch as people did things, give his opinion here and there and drop in a hint or three here just in case somebody might realise... he could have remained happily neutral, but... Marron had dragged him headfirst into things, and it was too late to worry about that now.

 

That was an excuse, and Milphey knew it. The reasons to prevent Marron from stopping seemed to grow less consistent with every devolving thought Milphey had, but his body was aching from the sheer need... it wasn't fair to Gateau... it wasn't fair to Carrot...

 

Hell, life wasn't fair. It wasn't as if Milphey had coerced Marron at all... he groaned and grasped at the floor as Marron silently and diligently continued; this was Marron's choice, nobody was making it for him... then the feeling of Marron's warm mouth, Marron's warm tongue, just the whole fact that it was Marron... Milphey suddenly couldn't hold it back any longer.

 

"Hnnn-nnnn... -AH...!"

 

Marron managed to keep his head still as Milphey thrust his last, letting out shallow gasps with each finalistic movement. Then Milphey fell back and Marron was silent, seeming content just to listen to Milphey's loud and harried breathing.

 

Letting the pleasant blankness fade from his mind, Milphey managed to calm himself a little, take hold of his thoughts somewhat. Alright, so he'd come to his climax, Marron had caused that, this was the little afterglow period... he'd let himself go a little more than he'd meant to, and he agreed to himself that his thoughts had been a little selfish. He really had no right to get involved, not like this... not without a conscious decision from Marron, in any case. If anything, Marron didn't seem the kind of person to rush into something, and the fact that everything was happening so quickly and almost so randomly almost worried Milphey... perhaps not quite worried, but he couldn't help but think the situation strange. More than anything, he wanted to know just what it was that was going through Marron's head... of course he wanted to help Marron, but... one couldn't be sure quite what he'd construe as 'help', especially if he wasn't saying anything, and as well as Marron, there were others to consider...

 

A memory of before came to Milphey; a memory of talking to Gateau... Gateau had seemed so angry that time, thinking that Milphey had slept with Marron. Indeed he had, but not in the way Gateau assumed... hadn't he got quite angry, that time? Hadn't at least something happened between he and Marron? Milphey couldn't remember exactly, but he could recall Gateau's voice talking about 'things' and 'stuff' and the insults Gateau had addressed to Marron...

 

That was a sobering thought, if nothing else. Quite what was Gateau capable of when he was angry? If he really felt that the situation with Marron was so pointless... if he felt the need to be just as callous right back to Marron... Gateau didn't have Marron's sting with the insults, but if anything he had his physical strength, and if he really wanted to he could use that to his advantage...

 

Marron had had oral sex with Gateau before, he'd admitted that to Milphey. Obviously Marron had had oral sex with Carrot, too... not too long ago, either. More recently with Milphey, too... perhaps that should be where to stop it. There, at least Milphey could be on a kind of equal footing with the others... nobody getting any further than anybody else, Marron still keeping his virginity for either of those who had more of a right...

 

Milphey sat up, "Well now, that wa-"

 

Again he was silenced - and quite bowled over - by the force of Marron against him. It seemed that Marron still didn't want Milphey to talk just yet, and his kiss was just as eager and feral as it had been at the beginning... indeed, perhaps even more so.

 

Of course... Marron still hadn't had his climax yet... Milphey silently berated himself. It was alright to sit back and accept the oral sex from Marron, but he should have considered Marron's own gratification also... especially in a mood like this, Marron wasn't likely to just sit back and go 'well, I can't, let's leave it for the night', was he... and in any case, just how long had Marron been in such a state of mind anyway? Given Marron's tendencies, the events with Carrot must have touched him in some way... it had been a while - Milphey wasn't aware of just how long - since that, and then between then and these current events Milphey had had an orgasm of his own, again at Marron's hand... to really think about that, how frustrating would that really be? Being so easily capable of bringing other people to their blissful climax without being able to feel it themselves...

 

Milphey gave a slight shudder not brought about by Marron's close physical proximity; what a horrible thought, to be able to make people come but not to be able to come yourself... Milphey knew that if it were he, it'd drive him quite mad. He liked to think himself quite well-versed in sexual practice, he'd done quite a bit of this and that with various people over his centuries of existence, and whether it'd been nervous and innocent (or seemingly-innocent depending on the person, situation or both) or the day-and-sometimes-night-long sexual romps with enthusiastic and capable lovers, there was always a certain satisfaction garnered in the climax, whether it was the finalistic scream of a night or the comfortable moan that signified more...

 

Well, of course. That was half of the reason for sex in the first place, wasn't it? It was true that often it was the acts preceding that made a tryst memorable and Milphey would have been lying if he said he didn't enjoy foreplay and other such things, but... well, sex without orgasms? It was a somewhat inappropriate place and position to be thinking about something so deeply, but though he'd been aware of Marron's problems for perhaps two months now if not longer, this was the first situation to alert Milphey to just what the frustration must really be like... if his current actions were anything to go by, then Marron was still aroused. He was aroused now, he'd been aroused before... this boy had stamina if nothing else and sometimes it did take a while, Milphey had been aware of partners in the past (usually women, though) who'd sometimes take up to or perhaps longer than half an hour before getting anywhere at all...

 

Women were complicated, though. There were all kinds of bits and things and places to be aware of and touch and pay attention to and don't forget here Milphey and oh I'm so close but no wait just there down a bit no not there no up a bit AH oh Milphey oh GOD no that was too hard dammit I was so close but you put me off okay let's start again-

 

Milphey was distracted from his thoughts by Marron pulling away from the kiss again. There was a pause. It was best to keep one's mind on one's current partner, even if it was only kissing... this was not the past and some things were a little too embarrassing to recall; Milphey cleared his throat abstractly, and sat up again.

 

"Marron-chan...?"

 

Marron's breathing was heavy now, and it sent a tremor to Milphey's lower body just to be aware of that. Why, this boy made even breathing seem tempting... occasionally his breath would seem to catch, then be a little louder, then it would slow again... he didn't say anything at first, but then he seemed to remember that Milphey's tone had been questioning. He looked up, surprised to find he'd even been looking down... he could barely see Milphey in the darkness, but he was aware of his presence, that was enough.

 

"Milphey... I-..."

 

There didn't seem to be an awful lot to say. The things Marron wished to express didn't exactly involve words, and his voice sounded strange coming out of his mouth... perhaps Milphey had sensed this too, the next thing Marron was aware of was Milphey knelt closer to him and hugging him, the mood seeming vaguely deflected somewhat by the tender gesture. Milphey's body felt quite cool against his, he was burning up and the sensation was pleasant...

 

The need to be burning rose within him. To be warm to be hot to be burning, to give and take and claw and rake his hands down somebody's back... to leave marks and to be claimed, to be held and to be tamed, or to hold and tame... it was all the same in the end... to show ownership or be owned, to be overpowered or to be in power... oh, to be in power... this situation needed to change.

 

Milphey could have pinpointed the moment Marron's mind wandered over that point; he'd wished to say something comforting, but nothing quite relevant had come to mind... then Marron's body had tensed and his own hands reached around to take Milphey in a kind of embrace; fingers were pressing against the cloth of the nightshirt, the strength of the clench was so that Milphey was glad for the barrier against the hard edges of nails, but then he felt his nightshirt be lifted and supposed that the time to be even partially covered was a time that was at an end; no point in resisting, he gently released Marron from his hold and leant his hands up to allow his garment to be discarded. Some shifting and soft rustling away from Milphey's field of contact, the sound of Marron's own nightshirt being thrown to the side... then the dull impact of Marron's body colliding with his once more, and Milphey felt all the more aware of the state of Marron's arousal.

 

Once more Marron was pressing and shifting against him, pressing him down and resting over his hips... as Milphey was aware of Marron's erection, Marron stopped still on being aware of Milphey's lack of the same.

 

"You... you're not..."

 

"Not what, Marron-chan?"

 

"Not... not hard..."

 

Milphey couldn't hold back a soft laugh, "Come now, Marron-chan... it's only been minutes since, you can't expect me to be ready after just a few moments, can you?"

 

The question, rhetorical as it may have been, seemed to fall upon deaf ears; Milphey wasn't hard, but Marron seemed suddenly determined to try his utmost to make it be so... he snarled quite harshly, the sound enough to make Milphey shudder and that was before the sudden brutal movements were considered; Marron pushed Milphey back to the floor, but this time they were naked and there was only the heat of skin against skin... for a moment they lay chest to chest and Milphey felt Marron's hair fall about him as his face was held and his lips forcibly kissed... he said and did nothing, allowing Marron to do what he would, enjoying that Marron would do what he would. Marron allowed himself to focus on the kiss for a short while, not seeming aware of the vague thrusts his hips made against Milphey... a slight movement from Milphey seemed to alert him, and it was a time for a change in position, it seemed.

 

Marron pushed himself up onto all fours and briefly away from Milphey; he leant to the other man's side, first pushing at Milphey's shoulder to signal that he wanted him on his stomach, then a more forceful push and hands helping to lever. After that Milphey got the idea and rolled over as he supposed Marron wished him to... then the deliciously hot bodily contact was there again, and Milphey's moan was loud in the room. Even more so... Marron wrapped his arms around Milphey's chest, pressed his chin into the crevice of Milphey's neck... dropped down a little further, subjected his neck to rough and biting kisses, kisses that might have bruised and marked come the morning, or sooner than that. Neither worried about things like that, though.

 

Feet pushing against the carpet momentarily, Milphey lifted himself up into a more comfortable position. His position, Marron's position... nothing seemed to leave anything to the imagination anymore. He could comfortably carry Marron on his back, and at the moment he was supporting the mage's weight completely. Marron's hands were still grabbed around his chest, but his focus seemed to be Milphey's neck... and, inspired by the position, his pelvic thrusts seemed that degree more purposeful, more bestial. He went from thrusts that were caused by the need of movement alone, the twitches that he couldn't help, to something suddenly focused... his erection was pressed quite blatantly against Milphey's backside, and each thrust seemed to change Marron's position slightly... then he seemed to lose any subtlety he'd had, pushing at the small of Milphey's back with one hand and feeling back to Milphey's rump with the other. Marron slipped back into a kneel, bringing both hands to the soft flesh... he pressed his fingers into the skin hard enough to leave nailmarks before positioning himself again, Milphey's buttocks spread and his own cock pressing somewhere... the thought was a heady one and Marron was desperate and burning. Surely there somewhere... ah, there-... he held himself still and pressed with that narrow intense driving purpose... his breathing came in sharp gasps now. He couldn't hold anything back any longer.

 

It was a pleasant thing to feel Marron groping against his ass, Milphey mused. Even when he was being brutal his touch was still just so nice, and for a while Milphey had lost sight of what Marron was obviously intending to do. It wasn't until he felt those jerking movements hinting at something deeper that it hit him, and he couldn't help but pull away abruptly.

 

"Hnh?!"

 

Marron's confusion was evident; Milphey found himself panting, as if suddenly surprised by the situation he realised himself in (though that surprise was hardly sudden, really)... he half-knelt on the floor, by putting a hand out he could feel the cool lower sheets of the bed against his fingers. He used these as support, tugging himself around, eventually sitting against the side of the bed.

 

"Marron-chan, Marron-chan, you can't be so sudden..."

 

"Why... why did you stop me?!"

 

Laboriously pulling himself into a standing position, Milphey realised the lack of support his legs were willing to give him; he sat on the bed, instead.

 

"You have to consider some things... if you go at it suddenly it's only going to hurt the both of us, isn't it? You have to... we need... hmn..."

 

Lapsing into a train of thought, Milphey trailed off. They needed some kind of lubrication, or anything that could be used in it's place... perhaps saliva? Milphey wasn't sure if Marron would be willing for that, and by the looks of things he probably wouldn't want to spend time doing even that... Milphey's mind raced. Would anybody in Eden have anything like that? Perhaps Gateau would, various oils and things to keep his body toned and shiny... but sneaking around Eden would also take time, and there was the risk of getting caught... how would you explain being found in somebody else's bathroom late at night, or in the early hours of the morning?

 

Perhaps the bathroom of the room they sat in at the moment... searching in there seemed preferable to leaving the immediate surroundings, anyway. Milphey stood up, remained still for a few seconds, then made to walk towards where he knew the bathroom was.

 

"We need something we can use to make it a bit easier, don't you think?"

 

Milphey's voice was moving across the room... getting a little further away? Marron was still knelt on the floor, coping with the displacement of his thoughts. The creak of a door, Milphey was going somewhere? Marron looked up quickly to the darkness, his body taught and ready to make a move if needed.

 

"Wait-!... Milphey, where are you going!?"

 

Leaving the door open, Milphey called through from the smaller room.

 

"Just seeing what there is in here... oh, but it's dark. There was a lamp in here, I think... where is it..."

 

The sound of Milphey's voice moving again. Marron watched the darkness, where he presumed Milphey to be; he knelt silently as he sensed Milphey move from the bathroom back to the bedroom, shifting around... the sound of somebody falling against the bed, it seemed as if Milphey's legs had given out on him. A little soft scrabbling, then the sound of fingers tapping against wood.

 

"Ah, here..."

 

A little more scraping, a metallic noise, and the sudden flickering light of the oil lamp in Milphey's hands.

 

"... That's a lot more useful. I won't be a moment, Marron-chan... you can wait here if you wish."

 

Marron just stared at Milphey, who was smiling warmly as he stood up again, lamp in hand. He was so relaxed suddenly, it seemed... and still not hard, though perhaps that would take more time? Marron's eyes narrowed. He'd have to dedicate himself to that first, perhaps. It was a heady state of mind to be in, though... as Milphey stood up, the dim light in the room illuminated he and the area around him somewhat... Marron watched with a voracious glare, running his eyes along the inviting flesh of Milphey's back, the way his body curved and continued smoothly... as he walked, his tied-back hair seemed to brush and tickle against his neck and upper back. If anything, his body was attractive enough to induce a kind of craving within Marron, a craving more intense to know that it could actually be satiated; he was looking at Milphey with need and hunger...

 

He wanted somebody - Milphey was there to be wanted. He wanted to be wanted - it wouldn't be hard to make Milphey want him. He needed somebody, something... but with the right kind of actions, he could make it so that he was the object of desire in turn...

 

On his side, Milphey felt suddenly self-conscious of Marron's eyes on his body as he walked over to the open door of the bathroom. He walked slowly, concentrating on each step as he moved... it was possible that the scene didn't require illumination, more fantasy could be sustained in the darkness, but... well, if the fantasy were to continue, he needed light. He set his concentration on the more practical aspects as he removed himself from Marron's sight and occupied himself with the shelves and cabinets in front of him.

 

The main bedroom became that degree darker for the light being moved. Not entirely dark, but barely light, either... Marron brought his hand in front of his eyes for inspection under the hazy darkness, moving a finger or two, feeling them move, watching them move. He dropped his hand back down, looking back towards the bathroom; the door had swung half-closed, and the sound of Milphey searching around was the only thing Marron could hear...

 

He remembered a time a while back. He remembered Gateau leaving in order to find lubrication... his own escape, which had happened to bring him into the arms and bed of Milphey, but that detail wasn't important. What was important was the twisted moral edging into Marron's thoughts...

 

To let someone go was to allow them room to escape; Milphey was gone from his sight, what was to stop him extinguishing the light and making a run from the room? There seemed no reason for that, but Marron's mind was currently far from being rational. As far as he realized, there was the outside possibility that Milphey could escape, and he wished to reduce that possibility to zero. He didn't want to let Milphey have that option, he didn't want Milphey to escape, he didn't want to let Milphey go.

 

Marron thought that point over as he gently lifted himself into a standing position, halting himself silently for a moment. What kind of thoughts were those... to not want to let Milphey go?

 

To let him go was to let him escape... physically, but...

 

Too subtle an implication for the moment; Marron made his way towards the bathroom.

 

Inside, Milphey was quietly judging the array of jars, containers and pots in front of him. Some of glass, clear and coloured, some of polished stone... the lamp was sat in the sink, and a few of the jars were leant on the ledge at the back of the sink. Most were fastened with corks of varying sizes, and several of these lay beside the jars they belonged to. There seemed to be several kinds of liquids, mixtures, ointments and lotions; the liquids were replaced, most of those felt too watery to Milphey's touch. He didn't like to think he was exactly an expert in such things, he but he liked to think he at least had an idea of what was what, and...

 

"Hm. Minty."

 

Obviously one couldn't use mouthwash. That bottle was placed back on the shelf.

 

Something more akin to a lotion was needed... something not as thin as a liquid, but not too thick to prevent ease of movement, either... Milphey had his choice narrowed down between five assorted containers before the door swung open (the impact against the wall was what made Milphey look up) and Marron stood before him, his expression dark. Milphey stopped still, staring back at Marron, but finding it hard to meet that steady glare... something about that glare seemed to be accusing him of something, Milphey fought back a frown with a smile.

 

"Marron-chan... did you want to help me?"

 

Marron's voice was low, "You seem to be taking a while."

 

"Well, there are so many bits and pieces here... you see, there's this here... I think it's hand lotion?" Milphey took a moment to sniff at it, "I think it is... anyway, there's this hand lotion, and it could work, but... I don't know, it's green, I didn't know if that would put you off. There's something here I don't know what it is, but it smells quite nice... it's a little thick, though. Things could get needlessly sticky. What do you think?"

 

As much as Milphey seemed to be requesting his input, Marron couldn't help but inwardly suppose that Milphey was dodging the issue; surely it didn't take so long to find one that would suit his purpose and bring it back? Asking Marron's opinion, like he really cared... he couldn't prevent the harsh note in his voice as he next spoke.

 

"What does it matter? Surely just finding one would suffice..."

 

"Mmm, I was only thinking with you in mind, though..."

 

"Were you really?"

 

"Well, I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself now, would I?"

 

Milphey's voice carried a playful lilt that only served to heighten Marron's growing frustration. Milphey smiled as he held up examples of ointments and spoke so lightly, with that playful tone he nearly always seemed to carry... did he see this as a playful situation? Was there some kind of amusement in it that Marron was perhaps missing? He could be serious, Marron knew he could be serious, so why not be? Why not gaze with serious eyes and speak with a submissive tone, why not say he desired Marron and he wanted him now, rather than meddling about with things in the bathroom?

 

By the time that point drifted into Marron's mind, Marron's body was already taking action. Enough of this, Milphey appeared to be becoming sidetracked with unimportant things; one of the jars Milphey had been holding fell to the bathroom floor as Marron shoved him against the wall next to the cabinet. Milphey was caught by surprise, looking wide-eyed for a moment... he gathered himself, looking slightly down at Marron, pressed to him once more, pressing him against the wall.

 

"Marron... -chan..."

 

Marron's tone was as heavy as his glare, "Milphey. Do you think I possess endless patience?"

 

"Ah..."

 

"Do you think this allows me to possess endless patience?"... Marron had Milphey's hand grabbed, pulling it down to his crotch, as if Milphey were in any doubt whatsoever about the physical state of Marron's arousal. Milphey wasn't sure what to say, Marron seemed to realise this.

 

"If you were to say 'yes'... then how I wish it wasn't so, how I wish I didn't have the ability to be so patient while needing..."

 

Marron's fingers pressed against Milphey's shoulders, shifting closer to his neck, pressing down with greater force.

 

"... and if you were to say 'no', then... why the hell were you-... you... how long would you intend me wait?"

 

"Alright, I'm sorry...! I didn't think I'd take so long. The ones I found were alright, so we can use one of them, can't we? Here, they were just-"

 

"... Milphey."

 

"Ahm?"

 

"Does this frighten you?"

 

Marron gave no indication to quite what 'this' was, but he punctuated his point by pressing his hand to Milphey's forehead and sweeping his hair back. Like that, Milphey's head was quite pinned against the wall, tipped back slightly... he stared at Marron for a few moments, his stare only matched in silence. Did it frighten him? Milphey could only presume Marron meant the situation itself. Frighten him... he was scared? Not particularly. Somewhat torn perhaps, but not scared. No, when it came to things that were scary... well, the look in Marron's eyes at that moment seemed something to be concerned about. His eyes were wide but focused, and focused very intently on Milphey; they didn't move, and he rarely even blinked... but while Milphey could feel concern, he couldn't say he was exactly scared. He relaxed slightly.

 

"I can't be frightened of Marron-chan."

 

Whatever answer Marron had been expecting, that didn't appear to be it. His eyes narrowed and he pushed his hand back harder, "Then tell me... what do you feel?"

 

"What would you like me to feel?"

 

That seemed to diffuse Marron for a second. There was a flicker of a frown on his expression, confused as to the reaction... he allowed the frown as he pushed Milphey down to the floor. Milphey obeyed, coming down to a seated position in front of Marron's kneel. It was a little darker on the floor, but both were still able to see... Marron glared, speaking in a whisper.

 

"It's not a question of what I would like for you to feel. It is a question of what... you would feel unquestioningly..."

 

His voice seemed to drift, and speaking became unimportant. Milphey let out a soft cry as he felt Marron on his neck again, on his neck and between his legs, stroking with shaking fingers that almost didn't dare be more forceful... had it been long enough? Would Milphey be more attentive to stimuli now? It'd seemed as if he'd been in the bathroom for quite a while, anyway... his body seemed to be trying to stretch out alongside Marron's own. Marron shifted to the side and allowed Milphey his movement, then paused at feeling something cold against his leg... he looked over his shoulder, and saw the fallen pot Milphey had dropped a few minutes ago. It was rolled onto it's side, the cork sealing it a little loose... Marron reached and picked it up, turning his attention away from Milphey for a few moments. Let him feel frustration during those moments. Marron pulled out the cork and pressed a finger to what was inside the pot... something cool to his touch, something slippery. Yes, that would do... why hadn't Milphey found that and left his search there? Too late for that now.

 

Looking away from Milphey, Marron's breath caught in his throat as he scooped two fingerfuls of the substance up from the jar, and held his hand still for a moment. One hand on Milphey's shoulder, he let the other drop down and touch himself, lubricate him properly for the upcoming act.

 

It was bad enough that things would accidentally touch his arousal, he'd feel it pressing against a bed or against the floor or against somebody else's body, but... to touch it himself... it had to have been at least several weeks, if not even a month or so, since Marron had wilfully touched himself last. By all accounts that was quite admirable, and that had been what he'd been aiming towards, but... he couldn't help but feel his body tense as he wrapped his hands around his erection, stroking the cold lubrication onto it as thoroughly as he felt he should... almost as if, temptation be damned, his body was already working against him. He'd told his body to shy away from lust for so long, it wasn't as if it was going to start listening to the opposite now...

 

Marron steeled his resolve as he glanced back at Milphey, who currently had his eyes closed as he panted softly. This wasn't dealing with the same issues as past things had been for. This was... this was to prove dominance, to ascertain a position of desire... this was to control somebody who knew they were being controlled, who didn't mind, who would speak the right name and not know to say anything different. Marron's own arousal just happened to be part of that.

 

"Milphey..."

 

Distantly hearing his name spoken, Milphey allowed his eyes to open. He didn't know if Marron meant that as a statement or a request, but reached out to stroke Marron's cheek anyway. He felt so tense...

 

"Milphey, you..."

 

"Mmm?"

 

"You want this..."

 

Again, the midpoint between question and statement, but on a very basic level, yes, Milphey did want it. It would have taken a very different kind of person to refuse the idea of sex with somebody so attractive after they'd been rolling around together for so long beforehand, of course he wanted it! Milphey nodded his agreement to Marron despite the seemingly obvious answer, "Of course I do..."

 

Something inside Marron felt tersely annoyed that Milphey wasn't even trying to put up any kind of fight. How could you be dominant with somebody so agreeable? How could Milphey be so sure he wanted this? Didn't he have any kind of conditions or predispositions...? Obviously not. Fine, then.

 

There was a silent heated moment as Marron pushed himself forward, pressing Milphey to the floor - it'd be easier that way. Yes, he was on the floor now... Marron shuffled back a little, he had to be quick, he had to retain some element of control, of surprise... ah, and Milphey seemed to be hard by now, that was good. From there... lower. Legs... too closed together. Marron slipped his hand between Milphey's lower thighs, causing a gasp and a momentary clench before the reflex was fought. Marron's hand indicated for Milphey's legs to be spread wider, his body obeyed before his mind could speak, and the light was failing on them, but there, it had to be there... Marron held Milphey's legs up with his hands flat against the back of Milphey's thighs; so close now, they were touching... Marron retaining his kneel, Milphey on his back and his legs so close leaning over...

 

Marron heard movement and saw Milphey's hand drop to between his legs, to help Marron with his positioning.

 

"Here... here..."

 

Milphey's voice was hurried and thick, saying little out of the worry that if he said anything more, Marron may be displaced... perhaps that would have been a good thing. Was it right to do this? Was it right to allow Marron to do this? He couldn't shake that feeling. Of course, if anybody asked he could say that Marron had just overpowered him, and he didn't doubt that such an accusation might indeed please Marron, but... that would have been a lie, that wasn't the truth... he could have countered himself, he could have pushed Marron away, he could have stated all the things that Marron had been telling him over the past month or so... but deep inside of him, he didn't want to. He couldn't relish the fact that he was taking something from both Gateau and Carrot without them even realising, but... he could relish what he was giving to Marron. Marron needed somebody. Marron seemed to need him. This was a desperation that could only be carefully fulfilled... and then Marron thrust suddenly forward, and Milphey's thoughts dissipated entirely. It was too late to be thinking of such things, far too late now.

 

"Ha-ah... AH..."

 

Marron was inside him.

 

Oh, that feeling... it had been far, far too long. Marron seemed to fit snugly inside him, both holding absolutely still for a second or two. Milphey let out a few harried breaths, twitching involuntarily, quickly getting used to what it felt like to have a cock inside him once more. He tried moving to make his arms more comfortable, but even that seemed to stir his lower body... even the slightest hint of movement sent a tremor to the pit of Milphey's stomach - what might it feel like to move, to move more... the knowledge of words failed him for that moment, though.

 

Marron, during that time, felt like a deer caught in headlights. Suddenly, his own body was joined to Milphey's... that seemed a far too romantic way of looking at it, though. He... he was inside Milphey now wasn't he? ... Inside somebody... this was... that was what sex was, wasn't it? Yes... kneeling there with another man on your lap, said man aroused and impaled on your crotch... it was a sexual act, if nothing else. Marron felt dimly aware of Milphey making little sounds, little breathing noises, little gasps; maybe it'd been a bit sudden, but Marron couldn't help that.

 

So, this was sex.

 

Now what?

 

Movement. Movement seemed a good idea. Marron put his hands to Milphey's hips, gripping them as tightly as he dared... his own hips gave a jerk, Milphey cried out slightly louder. Was that a good sign? Marron tried it again, moving back a little before his second thrust. Another cry, a cry that sounded just a little more desperate... that was interesting. Milphey had moaned and gasped and breathed and sighed, but that was a real cry...

 

Perhaps now he was submitting? Yes, that was the point of this. For Milphey to lose himself would be proof that Marron had had that power...

 

Thoughts of losing himself didn't even enter into Marron's mind. That thought seemed a far-off dream, not even worth hoping for.

 

Milphey, however, made such interesting sounds when Marron moved, however slightly. Encouraged by this, Marron moved his hips in a constant fashion, still embedded deep within Milphey. That caused more moans, more cries... both the sounds and the movement were addicting, and Marron felt he could almost admit it to himself, this did feel somewhere in the realms of pleasurable.

 

Marron pulled back a little more than he'd dared a few moments previously, feeling Milphey's body surrender hold of him for a second. Then he pushed forward again with a gasp of his own, and he felt Milphey squeeze against him... that was certainly an interesting sensation, had it been intentional? Looking to Milphey gave no answers; he was laid back against the floor now, one hand clenched against the floor and the other over his forehead, his wrist against his eyes. A pause from Marron; Milphey looked up from under his wrist, was answered by another thrust.

 

As deliberate as Marron was being, his movements were quite slow. They were delicious in one way and frustrating in another... Milphey had an image of being held down, being pinned down and roughly fucked on the bathroom floor... it was a brazen image, but oh-so desirable. Being taken by this mere boy, being overpowered somehow by this comparative child with a bare fraction of his years... what an ironic situation. Marron was Marron, though; age wasn't so much an important factor than the mindset was... obviously Marron trusted him to some degree or another to have pounced him so enthusiastically in the first place, and that thought was just as stirring as any other.

 

"N-né... Ma-Marron...-chan..."

 

Marron's silence was Milphey's reply.

 

"Marron-chan... Marron-chan... you... you don't need to be quite so gentle... I'm not going to break..."

 

Marron's hands slipped to Milphey's stomach, "You'd still talk in that way..."

 

"Ma-Marron-chan...?"

 

Something seemed to have snapped inside Marron's mind, hearing his name spoken in such a way once more.

 

"You look on us as children... you still refer to me in the diminutive even when I'm inside you and - here, look, I'm touching your-... you're hard, hard because of me, I'm touching you and I'm controlling you, Milphey... would you still call me a child even now?!"

 

Milphey smirked softly, "You're controlling me... Marron-chan?"

 

If something had snapped before, now everything snapped. No, that wasn't right...! To control was to dominate and to dominate was to have power, and for Milphey to smirk and smile as if he had the upper hand, to still retain that element of power... almost as if he was playing with Marron, but no, it was supposed to be the other way around! Gateau had never been the kind to submit and it was a foolish dream to think that Carrot ever might, but Milphey... Milphey had said in the past that he'd help however Marron wanted him to help, hadn't he? Didn't he realise how much Marron craved to dominate?

 

Either way, the end result was the same. On sensing Marron's sudden flare in anger, Milphey had pulled away and rolled onto his stomach, keeping Marron in close contact with his legs. Marron had redoubled his efforts, entering Milphey once more, suddenly losing his inhibitions in a bid to gain that which he needed so badly... he held Milphey down by the shoulders and, growing used to the feeling of being inside somebody in such a way, seemed to lose fear of hurting the person below him. He pounded harshly against Milphey, using his shoulders as handholds... it was shameless and it was deviously delightful, and Milphey felt he could forgive himself needling Marron just that little bit in order to claim that which he'd wanted. Marron wasn't the only one with the capacity to manipulate, after all.

 

This continued wordlessly and thoughtlessly for some amount of time that neither Marron nor Milphey were aware of. Their movements carried them slowly and awkwardly across the room, and they eventually seemed to settle across the room to where they'd started, Milphey gripping tight hold of the bitingly cold bathtub set into the wall as Marron gripped just as tightly to his body. He'd try to keep himself lifted high, try to keep himself balanced, but Marron would pull him down and disorientate him, and all that was left would be his hands against the smooth cold edge of the bath... Marron had him held around the chest, now. Somewhere along the line Marron's fingers had felt the raised bumps of nipples, and so had been absently rubbing and tweaking against those as he drove himself deeper and deeper into Milphey, and Milphey himself closer to the proverbial edge...

 

Milphey seemed to be growing more incoherent as time went on. Marron found it strange that he was able to observe this - strange that Milphey seemed to be getting so flustered so quickly, too.

 

"Uhmnnnh... UHNHNNN...!! NNN-NNHH..."

 

"Milphey... Milphey-... you-... this... this is good...?"

 

"Uhn... oh god.... oh-... oh, Marron-channn... god yes... it's good... it's very good... don't... don't stop..."

 

The situation was mind-numbing in itself, and Marron felt pleasantly numb in both body and mind, but just from his ramblings, it was quite obvious that Milphey was much more far-gone than Marron was. Was that a good sign? Well, it was good that he'd managed to bring Milphey so far, and he only let out further squeals of joy when Marron slipped one hand from Milphey's chest to between his legs, stroking his hard erection with forceful strokes... it really was a shameless scene, wasn't it? To have sex so indiscriminately... sex for recreational purposes, what was wrong with that?

 

Milphey seemed so close to the edge, though... was Marron's own edge in sight? He wasn't sure he'd know what that even felt like anymore. All he could feel was a dull raging pain inside him, a pain that only seemed to increase with every thrust into Milphey's wilful body... was it the pain of incoming orgasm? Surely that would be a more joyful definition of the word... no, this was something more painfully familiar to Marron's body. A pain that seemed to originate in his crotch, that seemed to reverb through his muscles... his body felt heavy somehow, but he didn't say anything to Milphey. Milphey seemed to be enjoying himself far too greatly... perhaps that was just part of the pain of coupling with somebody...

 

"Oh Marron-chan... Marron-... Marron-chann...! Uhnnh... hhhnnn... AHN...!"

 

Sound seemed to fall so easily from Milphey's tongue, but Marron found it hard to say anything at all. He felt painful and unsure; Milphey seemed to be incoherent enough, far-gone enough to be unable to say almost anything at all aside from Marron's name... hadn't that been the point? Milphey was unaware of anything but the pleasure now... hadn't that been Marron's aim? That was the point of the power... Marron didn't stop, sensing that Milphey was close to his orgasm, and to stop now would be abrupt and leave Milphey unfulfilled, but... what about his own fulfilment? If he carried on for much longer the ache inside him would only increase... it was time to finish this.

 

Milphey had been about to look up and say something to Marron, though even as he was thinking about it, he forgot quite what; he felt Marron's hands run along his arms and take them away from the edge of the bath, press him to the floor... Marron's movements became suddenly more violent, tense and sudden... even he was letting out small snarls with each movement, determined to finish the act, determined to bring Milphey to some kind of close, feeling the despair of feeling that he couldn't... wanting to know why... hopelessly knowing the answer why... he clenched his eyes closed as he held himself to Milphey's shuddering body. Milphey was gasping now, thrusting his own hips forward and clawing at the floor... then he was still and silent, seeming to not dare even to breathe. After a moment he seemed to decide breathing was a good idea, panting laboriously... then, that was when he seemed to realise about Marron's current status.

 

"Marron... Marron-... chan..."

 

Milphey fell to the side and Marron fell with him, the both of them resting on their sides, Milphey's head nudging against the bathtub. Marron was still inside him, and Marron was still hard... he hadn't come to his own climax yet? Obviously not. Exhaustion was making it's way through Milphey's body, but... that was no reason to stop, they would only fall asleep afterwards anyway. Putting a brave face on over his sudden lethargy, Milphey glanced over his shoulder as best he could, outfitting himself with a smirk as he squeezed at Marron once more.

 

"... You don't have to stop, you know... we could go again, if you wanted... I can wait for you to finish..."

 

Marron's hair had fallen over him, obscuring his face from Milphey's gaze... the shaking of his head was obvious, though. Milphey was quite surprised to hear Marron's voice, suddenly weak as it sounded, catch over just one word.

 

"... Hurts..."

 

"Marron-chan?"

 

"... Hurts... inside..."

 

The emphasis on the second word made Milphey wonder if Marron's apparent discomfort was something to do with he himself; concerned, he sat up and away from Marron, taking a moment to grow used to the heat that had speared it's way through him suddenly cooling... he brought himself to his knees, and looked over Marron, who was now lying on his back.

 

"I... was I too tight, Marron-chan? If I was, you should have said something... I mean, not that I could have done anything about it, but... hmn, people have usually commended me for that, but-"

 

"N-no... it's not you..."

 

Marron's behaviour seemed so different so suddenly. Before, he'd been brutal and controlling... that was gone now, though. His voice was shaking, his body was shaking... the mood from before evaporated entirely from Milphey's mind; obviously something was wrong with Marron... perhaps he was ill in some way? Milphey stood up and went back over to the sink where the lamp still sat, a small flame still flickering within. He picked it up and extinguished the flame with a swift puff of air, re-lighting it and watching the larger flame dance in it's confines... lamp lit, Milphey brought it back down to beside Marron. He watched the young mage intently.

 

His breathing seemed shallow and quick, now. He lay flat on the floor, but his hips occasionally gave a stronger shudder than the rest of his body... when that would happen Marron would gasp slightly louder, then fall back and give a slight whimper... Milphey bit his lip, wondering what he could do to help.

 

"Is it still painful?"

 

"M-mm..."

 

"Where does it hurt?"

 

Marron brought a trembling hand down to his lower stomach, indicated his crotch with a finger, then traced a line around his stomach and up.

 

"... Seems like it starts there... it... it feels almost as if it's carried within my blood... as if the pulse of my blood is the pulse of the pain, or... or something..."

 

Milphey poked Marron's side, "Does it hurt when I do that?"

 

"You have long fingernails..."

 

A brief smile was shared at the gentle humour, but that didn't calm Milphey's mind any. Physically, Marron looked fine... a little flushed perhaps, but that was to be expected, really. He glanced at Marron's erection, still jutting forth into the air... he frowned, and looked back towards Marron's face in an attempt to catch his eyeline, but Marron's eyes were closed.

 

"Would you like me to try to finish you, Marron-chan?"

 

"I think that would only hurt more..."

 

"What should I... what should I do, then?"

 

"I... I don't know... to get rid of it, I... I would normally sleep, I think... but this pain, this ache... that would make sleeping difficult..."

 

Milphey folded his arms, considering deeply for a moment. He looked from Marron to the bath, back down to Marron again... looking at the bath again, a vague idea hit him. Standing up, he went over to the bath, plugged it in, and started running the cold tap.

 

"Milphey...?"

 

"Cold bath, cold shower... people normally take things like that to get rid of lustful thoughts, don't they? I think we need to cool you down a little first."

 

"Oh..."

 

Milphey let the stream of water run over his hand for a few moments. Not freezing, but not warm by anybody's standards... he didn't want to hurt Marron in any way with too sudden a change in temperature, but... that felt fine. Alongside the wall where the taps of the bath were located was a showerhead... Milphey leant on tiptoe to let the water flow through that, also.

 

"There we go. Can you stand up?"

 

No reply from Marron. Milphey sighed gently and leant down, taking Marron's arms with his hands... he felt Marron's hands grip over his shoulders, and helped lift him up enough to deposit him into the bathwater.

 

"HYA-..."

 

Even Milphey had to admit that was a little amusing. He smiled quietly to himself as he turned his back on Marron, finding a towel to clean the floor by the bath with. Obviously the cold water had been a shock to Marron's system, but... that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

 

"Cold, is it?"

 

"Q-quite..."

 

"Well then, that should take your mind off the pain now, shouldn't it? There, that's clean..."

 

Milphey folded the towel he'd used and put it next to the door, ready to be put into the laundry when it next came about. Best not to leave towels with suspicious substances on them just randomly lying around Eden, you didn't know who'd be using it next, or even worse, who'd been using it previously... however, the issue of the moment was unquestionably Marron; Milphey walked back over to the bath, knelt beside it, leant his arms on the side then his head on his arms. He just stared at Marron for a few moments.

 

Marron himself seemed currently locked away in his own little world. His eyes were half-closed, and he appeared to be staring at the stream of water from the shower as it fell onto him, around him... he was staring at the water, but he wasn't really looking at it. Milphey had been right, the shock of the cold water had distracted his mind from the pain, and it was hard to remain aroused while sitting in cold water, but that didn't remove his thoughts from his mind.

 

It didn't change things.

 

He'd had sex, but nothing was different. He'd managed to make Milphey come, and twice too, but... he himself? It only seemed to have compounded the problem.

 

Usually when he was aroused, he tried to ignore it. Back in the past when he had dared try to masturbate, he'd never get too far... usually his wrist would tire before anything else happened... of course, there had been the times in the past with Gateau. His own stubborn feelings had come into play then, but for all it mattered he might as well have had sex with Gateau on those times, because he'd had sex with Milphey now...

 

Somehow that seemed different, though. Milphey was more understanding, Milphey knew of the situation... Milphey knew Marron's problems and he likely knew the causes for them too. He didn't have to trick Milphey into anything, because he was already aware... turning his head, feeling his hair stick to his neck, Marron looked back into Milphey's eyes. He kept that stare for a moment, but Milphey didn't say anything and Marron himself didn't feel he had anything to say... he looked back at the water.

 

"I..."

 

"Mm?"

 

"I... had a dream, one time."

 

Milphey smiled softly, "Marron-chan has a lot of dreams."

 

"Ah-... mmm. But... I... you were in it. It was a... an erotic dream. I took you."

 

"I see. Was it good?"

 

"I think so. I don't really remember. I just remember... remembered something that felt a little familiar. Of course, this didn't happen... not in the dream..."

"How are you feeling now?"

 

Marron took a quick mental estimate, "... Tired."

 

"That's understandable. Are you feeling any better, though...? Less pained, I mean."

 

Marron nodded.

 

"Well then, we should get you out of that cold water, I think. Get you warmed up a little. Wouldn't want you to catch a cold suddenly now, would we?"

 

Marron shook his head, still feeling quietly hazy about the whole events previous. He sat silently as Milphey stood up and stopped the shower from running... his skin felt numb from where the water had been hitting him, he realised. The air of the room felt so much warmer... the chill of the water had been pleasant somehow, he almost longed for it back, but supposed that the time for that was over. Marron's ears pricked on hearing the gurgle of water, Milphey had pulled the plug out of the bath, the water was quickly flowing away... the water level dropped and became non-existent, Marron realized it was time to leave the bath. He pulled himself up using the sides of the bath to help him, then stepped out, dripping water onto the floor... however, Milphey was already ready with towels, he handed a large one over and helped to dry Marron's hair and skin; he ruffled roughly with his hands, creating a quick warmth.

 

Pulling the towel away from Marron's head, his face was obscured by his ruffled hair; Milphey smoothed it back a little, it complied easily for being damp. Marron just stood there and let Milphey do what he felt like... the towel was wrapped around him, almost like a cape. Any water that had been there to drip was now gone, Milphey picked up the lamp from the floor and led Marron back into the bedroom.

 

Back in the main room, Milphey sat on the bed, shuffling back up to the pillow and headboard. He set the lamp on the bedside cabinet and bid Marron join him. Marron fastened the towel around his waist, though there seemed little point in covering his naked body now of all times... but he felt he could be afforded a little embarrassment, fragile as he was feeling. He jumped softly onto the bed, and fell back into a curl near the bottom of the bed. Lifting his head slightly, he could see Milphey still staring back down at him... Marron shifted a little bit more, keeping a constant (albeit sidewards) view of him.

 

"Milphey... why?"

 

"Why...? I don't know. Perhaps if I knew the question."

 

Marron's eyes darted to the side then closed, "Why... why can't I...?

 

That seemed all he was willing to say. Milphey sighed, supposing that his role of the advice-and-perspective-giver was being called upon again... he let his head hit back against the headboard, staring up at the dark ceiling.

 

"I don't know. Ordinarily I'd like to say something like 'you're a normal teenager with normal drives and hormones having a party in your body, it's natural to want to hump anything that moves', but... that's not really the case here, is it..."

 

"I didn't mean... why did I do what I did..."

 

"I know, I know. However, when it comes to that question... I'm afraid I don't. I can make educated guesses, but I can't feel what's going on inside that body of yours first-hand, so..."

 

Milphey trailed off. There was a moment of silence.

 

"... What are your educated guesses?"

 

"Well..."

 

Another pause. Milphey stared intently at the ceiling for a moment, as if it were to give an answer... it came back with nothing in reply, so Milphey replaced his stare in Marron's direction. Marron was looking at him with wide eyes... Milphey's expression softened. He really did feel sorry for Marron...

 

"Most human beings carry the instinct to create, don't they? In a basic way, you could say that any normal hormonal desire like that is the urge to create - after all, the 'proper' function of sex is to reproduce, isn't it? However, when you've somehow prevented yourself from feeling even the normal hormonal urges, the instinct to create... the opposite of creation is destruction; it's as if you've told your body to... it's almost as if you've replaced the pleasure in your body with the exact opposite..."

 

"I... do you think... it's like that?"

 

A shrug, "I can only speculate. Still... most people crave to feel pleasure flood their body the way your pain seemed to be flooding you - it's like you had, I don't know, the anti-orgasm, or something..."

 

Marron stared off blankly to the side, "You could put it like that."

 

Milphey quietly considered things for a moment. He really wanted to be able to say something to Marron to be able to cheer him up, really wanted to be able to come up with a solution to the problem, but... nothing seemed to come to mind. He sighed. Was this something beyond him? Something strange, psychologically and physically... and whatever it was, even worse, Marron seemed to have fully accepted the effects of whatever was happening to him. Surely it would make any hopes of curing whatever it was that degree more difficult if Marron was convinced that he couldn't be...

 

"So... what do you think we should do?"

 

Marron looked up again, "How do you mean?"

 

"Do you think there's anything we can do about this? Do you think that, even if Carrot-chan were to walk in here at this second and say 'oh otouto I want to have sex with you', would that have any affect at all?"

 

"I... I don't know..."

 

"It started off with Carrot, but don't you think that this is something more than what it started as? I mean, I can understand you wanting to retain some kind of purity for him, but... are you even sure there's anything left to give him?!"

 

That wasn't quite what Marron wanted to hear; he looked away. Milphey softened slightly, realising he'd perhaps been a little hard with that. He sighed and crawled forward on the bed, putting his arm around Marron's shoulders, hugging him.

 

"I shouldn't have said something like that, I'm sorry."

 

Marron felt tense in Milphey's arms.

 

"No... it's understandable. It's... it's all..."

 

He trailed off. Whatever it all was, he seemed unable to say.

 

"... I feel exhausted."

 

Milphey nudged a gentle kiss against Marron's ear, "I don't blame you, anybody would be tired after that. Here... we can fall asleep here if we want. It's a bed, it's what they're here for..."

 

"My brother, though..."

 

"What about him?"

 

"If he wakes up and I'm not there, I..."

 

Marron's voice seemed to be getting sleepier with each word. He yawned, the yawn seeming enough to distract him from what he'd been saying originally. Milphey never found out what Marron was worried about if Carrot woke up and he wasn't there... it was quite sweet, really. He'd been talking, he yawned, and then it was as if somebody had switched a light off; his eyes closed, and he seemed peaceful. Milphey shook Marron slightly to see if he really was asleep... a light moan was his reply, but nothing more than that... obviously 'exhausted' had been quite the understatement.

 

Reluctantly moving away from Marron for a few moments, Milphey padded back to the top of the bed, back to the cupboard next to the bed, and held up the lamp. He held it closer to Marron, watched him sleep... yes, he really did seem peaceful now, somehow. He couldn't feel relieved at anything else that had happened that night, but... to see Marron's gentle sleeping face, it calmed Milphey somewhat. Marron could still sleep easily at nights... he could still be kind when he wanted to be. Even just before sleeping, he'd still shown concern about his brother... Milphey smiled and sighed softly, then extinguished the lamp's flame.