Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Sanctuary ❯ But Maybe They'll Fit ( Chapter 7 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
And the pain continues...
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.02.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 236 | Status: Work In Progress
And the pain continues...
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.02.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 236 | Status: Work In Progress
Notes: Oh look, another chapter! That only took six months... Sorry about that, the Miko has been in London. Anyhow, finally moved past that last cliffhanger and on with the story... Anybody still there? No? Oh well...
Sanctuary
Chapter Seven : But Maybe They'll Fit
Marron's pressed close against Gateau, hand holding tight to the edge of the blonde's suit jacket, and unable to stop the flow of tears no matter how many times Gateau asked him. He just wanted to hold on. But Gateau shifted him away, pulling him up into a sitting position, trying to talk to him.
"Marron, come on," he shook him lightly, trying to stir his gaze from its focus on the floor. "It's not," he sighed, "it's not the end of the world, you know? Just because I have—"
"You don't," he whispered.
"What?" Gateau lifted his chin, forcing Marron's eyes to his own.
"You don't," he sniffed.
"Then why are you crying?"
"I don't know."
Gateau gave him a questioning look and there was a silent moment, then Gateau laughed. And Marron did too, laughing as the blond set about wiping at the drops that still ran down his face. Yet even Gateau was surprised as a soft hand reached up to reveal that even he was not exempt from the confused release, catching a tiny drop that escaped.
"You caught me."
"I'm afraid so."
"I almost made it."
"Almost..." his voice faded. Abruptly he pushed away, struggling from Gateau's lap and to his feet. He paused in the doorway, unable to look back, "I /am/ glad."
~*~
They stumbled through the next days, adjusting, readjusting. Soon the appointed day arrived that they were to dine with Tira and her husband. Due to an unplanned afternoon nap, Gateau ran late in getting ready. Grabbing his Rolex from the nightstand he checked it once before snapping it on his wrist and glancing in the mirror. He had chosen a blue suit and tie, his classic all-purpose attire that he had been told made him look "nicer than usual."
Rushing from the room, he saw Marron waiting expectantly at the bottom of the stairs. The younger man had dressed in a suit as well, charcoal gray and well fitted. He had tied his hair back at his neck and, glancing at his watch as he was, looked very much the part of a young business executive.
Mumbling an apology, Gateau grabbed his coat and led the way to the car. Marron slipped quietly into the seat beside him and they started off. Ten minutes later found the silence unbearable.
"We'll get there on time," Gateau forced a smile, but Marron paid him little attention. The dark haired boy looked pale as he stared out the window. "Hey, you okay?"
"Pull over," he requested quietly.
"Huh?"
"Please," it was a whisper.
Obediently Gateau brought the Porsche to the shoulder. Quickly Marron stepped from the car. Taking a few steps away he leant over and began to vomit. Unable to refrain from rolling his eyes, Gateau got out of the car and, like the gentleman he was, went to hold Marron's hair. When the other had finished emptying his meager breakfast onto the side of the road, the blond handed him a handkerchief then went back to the car.
~***~
It was late when the doorbell rang. Trying to finish up a paper that was due the next day and which he had just started, Gateau was still awake when Marshal appeared at his door saying that he had a visitor and suggesting that he go to the door. More than happy to escape the glowing screen of his computer, Gateau took the man's advice and went.
Marron stood just outside, arms wrapped about himself to fend off the night's cool air. Dressed in only a t-shirt and jeans he was quite grateful as Gateau stepped outside to slip his arms around him.
"Awful late for a social call," he commented, leaning against the brick wall and pulling Marron with him.
"Can I stay the night?" the other asked quietly, much to Gateau's shock. Dense as he was, the blond managed to perceive something amiss behind the request.
"Yeah, sure, but you wanna tell me why?"
"I told him."
"What?"
"About us," he sighed, pulling away and running a hand over his hair. "I told Carrot about us."
~***~
Drawing himself once more into the car, Marron leaned back with his eyes pressed shut. Gateau started the engine and took them on their way. He snuck a glance at the other, not terribly surprised Marron was ill. The relationship he shared with Carrot wasn't exactly the best in the world anymore. In Gateau's opinion, they both needed to just get over it, but until then, he dreaded spending the awkward hours in Carrot's company.
The house he pulled up to was nice, simple, but nice. Positioned in a large suburban neighborhood, its cream colored stucco resembled that of several others on the street, the only discerning feature being the bright red car parked in the driveway. It was behind this vehicle that Gateau parked his own car.
Marron sat for a moment and Gateau wondered if he was going to have to forcibly remove the other. Eventually though, Marron did move, opening the door with deliberate abruptness and stepping out as if he was meeting a firing squad.
Tira met them at the door. Dressed in layered pink and wearing an apron, she looked every bit the perfect housewife. Smiling, she ushered them into the hall and took their coats. Gateau's eyes scanned the place, taking in the decor, the pastel walls, the Monet print, and the unmatched set of chairs that sat in the next room. Marron on the other hand stared mostly at his feet, looking up only when Tira suggested they go see his brother in the living room.
With Gateau at his shoulder urging him along, Marron reluctantly followed Tira into the den, coming, for the first time in almost three years, face to face with his brother.
"Carrot," Tira directed.
The other man, apparently as nervous as Marron, was sitting on the edge of the sofa as they entered. He wore slacks and a tie that looked out of place on him. His hair was mussed from frequent passes of his hand, and he jumped at Tira's words, coming to his feet and walking over to proffer his hand in greeting.
Slowly, Marron offered his own, and they shook hands. The process was repeated with Gateau, but the lack of action left the atmosphere tense. Finally, with no words exchanged between the reunited family members, Tira stepped in to rescue them with the announcement of dinner.
~*~
"Looks good," Gateau commented as he placed his napkin in his lap. To his right Marron did not even make an attempt to nod; he stared silently at his plate and contemplating his brother's attitude. Civil, he decided, was what it had been, but nothing more.
Carrot carved the roast beef, with Tira passing plates to each of their guests and receiving quiet 'thank you's. As dinner officially got underway, Tira and Gateau worked together as if bound in some conspiracy to reunite the other two.
"So, what're you up to now?" Gateau questioned Carrot, not really caring.
"I work in an office."
"Mm," Tira agreed. Swallowing the bit of food she had been chewing, she elaborated, "He's with Crown and Bass, a big company in the docklands."
Marron nodded, feeling as if the whole ordeal, undeniably for his benefit, was not worth such a hassle. Stealing a glance at his brother, he noted that not much had changed. He was a little older, perhaps, but the maturity did not managed to make a show. When brown eyes raised to meet his own, he fled the gaze. The conversation remained on Carrot, Gateau unsure of interjecting any of the facts he knew of Marron's recent activities and the younger man unwilling to give out even the briefest bits of information. He picked at his food, hoping the evening would end.
When Tira excused herself to get desert, Carrot followed. Marron looked to Gateau rather beseechingly.
"It's going...uh, well, it's going." Marron sighed and Gateau wished he had something more encouraging to say, something that would cover for Carrot's coldness. Marron shook his head. "Why don't you go give them a hand?" the blond suggested, hoping prolonged contact would force some kind of understanding.
Going once more into his brother's sight seemed to be the last thing the boy wanted to do, but his hesitant look found no sympathy, at least visibly, as Gateau shooed him from the table and toward the kitchen. Pausing at the swinging door, Marron took a breath and forced a little smile. As he opened the door it faded.
"I just don't know what he thinks he's doing!" Carrot leaned wearily against the counter. "Gateau can't just bring him over here and expect us to take him in. Inviting them over was your––"
"Carrot!" Tira halted his speech as her gaze fell on the figure in the doorway. Marron's head was down, and she could barely see him nod, but the motion was there. He turned even as she called his name.
~***~
Gateau continued to glare at the computer, wishing the words would appear by themselves. Even if he had been able to contribute his full attention to the project it would not have been easy, but the task was considerably more difficult as he could not resist constant glances over to the boy who was laying on his bed. Marron laid on his side, facing away from Gateau. He had not changed clothes, simply removed his shoes before taking to the bed. Gateau wasn't sure if he was sleeping.
"Marron," he whispered.
"What?"
The single syllable was enough to betray the thoughts of the other as melancholy. Giving a final thought to his paper, only half-finished, Gateau gave up the idea to tend to more pressing matters. Taking a seat beside Marron, he touched the boy's shoulder. Marron seemed to pull more within himself, both hands fisted and drawn beneath his chin pressed his eyes closed.
Gateau rubbed his arm, trying to think of what to say, whether he should ask or not. His voice was unsure even as he spoke.
"Do you––"
"Gateau," Marron cut him off quietly. Rolling onto his back, he looked up at the older boy, "can you, please...tonight...just," he placed his hands on top of Gateau's, speaking through a single touch what he couldn't bring himself to say.
Leaning forward, Gateau pressed his lips to Marron and was eagerly greeted with warm response as the boy pressed up against him. Casting away all thoughts save for the pleasure of the other, Gateau set about chasing away the night.
~***~
"Take me home."
"What?" Gateau turned in his seat to face Marron. Standing beside him, the boy tugged gently at his arm. The blond stood, but objected once more. "You can't just walk out on them."
"Gateau..." he caught the other's hand between his own, "please."
~tbc~
More to come...soon...if you review that is. If I don’t see any reviews I’ll just assume I’ve lost your attention and leave this permanently...and I haven’t even written the lemon yet!
Miko No Hoshi
Sanctuary
Chapter Seven : But Maybe They'll Fit
Marron's pressed close against Gateau, hand holding tight to the edge of the blonde's suit jacket, and unable to stop the flow of tears no matter how many times Gateau asked him. He just wanted to hold on. But Gateau shifted him away, pulling him up into a sitting position, trying to talk to him.
"Marron, come on," he shook him lightly, trying to stir his gaze from its focus on the floor. "It's not," he sighed, "it's not the end of the world, you know? Just because I have—"
"You don't," he whispered.
"What?" Gateau lifted his chin, forcing Marron's eyes to his own.
"You don't," he sniffed.
"Then why are you crying?"
"I don't know."
Gateau gave him a questioning look and there was a silent moment, then Gateau laughed. And Marron did too, laughing as the blond set about wiping at the drops that still ran down his face. Yet even Gateau was surprised as a soft hand reached up to reveal that even he was not exempt from the confused release, catching a tiny drop that escaped.
"You caught me."
"I'm afraid so."
"I almost made it."
"Almost..." his voice faded. Abruptly he pushed away, struggling from Gateau's lap and to his feet. He paused in the doorway, unable to look back, "I /am/ glad."
~*~
They stumbled through the next days, adjusting, readjusting. Soon the appointed day arrived that they were to dine with Tira and her husband. Due to an unplanned afternoon nap, Gateau ran late in getting ready. Grabbing his Rolex from the nightstand he checked it once before snapping it on his wrist and glancing in the mirror. He had chosen a blue suit and tie, his classic all-purpose attire that he had been told made him look "nicer than usual."
Rushing from the room, he saw Marron waiting expectantly at the bottom of the stairs. The younger man had dressed in a suit as well, charcoal gray and well fitted. He had tied his hair back at his neck and, glancing at his watch as he was, looked very much the part of a young business executive.
Mumbling an apology, Gateau grabbed his coat and led the way to the car. Marron slipped quietly into the seat beside him and they started off. Ten minutes later found the silence unbearable.
"We'll get there on time," Gateau forced a smile, but Marron paid him little attention. The dark haired boy looked pale as he stared out the window. "Hey, you okay?"
"Pull over," he requested quietly.
"Huh?"
"Please," it was a whisper.
Obediently Gateau brought the Porsche to the shoulder. Quickly Marron stepped from the car. Taking a few steps away he leant over and began to vomit. Unable to refrain from rolling his eyes, Gateau got out of the car and, like the gentleman he was, went to hold Marron's hair. When the other had finished emptying his meager breakfast onto the side of the road, the blond handed him a handkerchief then went back to the car.
~***~
It was late when the doorbell rang. Trying to finish up a paper that was due the next day and which he had just started, Gateau was still awake when Marshal appeared at his door saying that he had a visitor and suggesting that he go to the door. More than happy to escape the glowing screen of his computer, Gateau took the man's advice and went.
Marron stood just outside, arms wrapped about himself to fend off the night's cool air. Dressed in only a t-shirt and jeans he was quite grateful as Gateau stepped outside to slip his arms around him.
"Awful late for a social call," he commented, leaning against the brick wall and pulling Marron with him.
"Can I stay the night?" the other asked quietly, much to Gateau's shock. Dense as he was, the blond managed to perceive something amiss behind the request.
"Yeah, sure, but you wanna tell me why?"
"I told him."
"What?"
"About us," he sighed, pulling away and running a hand over his hair. "I told Carrot about us."
~***~
Drawing himself once more into the car, Marron leaned back with his eyes pressed shut. Gateau started the engine and took them on their way. He snuck a glance at the other, not terribly surprised Marron was ill. The relationship he shared with Carrot wasn't exactly the best in the world anymore. In Gateau's opinion, they both needed to just get over it, but until then, he dreaded spending the awkward hours in Carrot's company.
The house he pulled up to was nice, simple, but nice. Positioned in a large suburban neighborhood, its cream colored stucco resembled that of several others on the street, the only discerning feature being the bright red car parked in the driveway. It was behind this vehicle that Gateau parked his own car.
Marron sat for a moment and Gateau wondered if he was going to have to forcibly remove the other. Eventually though, Marron did move, opening the door with deliberate abruptness and stepping out as if he was meeting a firing squad.
Tira met them at the door. Dressed in layered pink and wearing an apron, she looked every bit the perfect housewife. Smiling, she ushered them into the hall and took their coats. Gateau's eyes scanned the place, taking in the decor, the pastel walls, the Monet print, and the unmatched set of chairs that sat in the next room. Marron on the other hand stared mostly at his feet, looking up only when Tira suggested they go see his brother in the living room.
With Gateau at his shoulder urging him along, Marron reluctantly followed Tira into the den, coming, for the first time in almost three years, face to face with his brother.
"Carrot," Tira directed.
The other man, apparently as nervous as Marron, was sitting on the edge of the sofa as they entered. He wore slacks and a tie that looked out of place on him. His hair was mussed from frequent passes of his hand, and he jumped at Tira's words, coming to his feet and walking over to proffer his hand in greeting.
Slowly, Marron offered his own, and they shook hands. The process was repeated with Gateau, but the lack of action left the atmosphere tense. Finally, with no words exchanged between the reunited family members, Tira stepped in to rescue them with the announcement of dinner.
~*~
"Looks good," Gateau commented as he placed his napkin in his lap. To his right Marron did not even make an attempt to nod; he stared silently at his plate and contemplating his brother's attitude. Civil, he decided, was what it had been, but nothing more.
Carrot carved the roast beef, with Tira passing plates to each of their guests and receiving quiet 'thank you's. As dinner officially got underway, Tira and Gateau worked together as if bound in some conspiracy to reunite the other two.
"So, what're you up to now?" Gateau questioned Carrot, not really caring.
"I work in an office."
"Mm," Tira agreed. Swallowing the bit of food she had been chewing, she elaborated, "He's with Crown and Bass, a big company in the docklands."
Marron nodded, feeling as if the whole ordeal, undeniably for his benefit, was not worth such a hassle. Stealing a glance at his brother, he noted that not much had changed. He was a little older, perhaps, but the maturity did not managed to make a show. When brown eyes raised to meet his own, he fled the gaze. The conversation remained on Carrot, Gateau unsure of interjecting any of the facts he knew of Marron's recent activities and the younger man unwilling to give out even the briefest bits of information. He picked at his food, hoping the evening would end.
When Tira excused herself to get desert, Carrot followed. Marron looked to Gateau rather beseechingly.
"It's going...uh, well, it's going." Marron sighed and Gateau wished he had something more encouraging to say, something that would cover for Carrot's coldness. Marron shook his head. "Why don't you go give them a hand?" the blond suggested, hoping prolonged contact would force some kind of understanding.
Going once more into his brother's sight seemed to be the last thing the boy wanted to do, but his hesitant look found no sympathy, at least visibly, as Gateau shooed him from the table and toward the kitchen. Pausing at the swinging door, Marron took a breath and forced a little smile. As he opened the door it faded.
"I just don't know what he thinks he's doing!" Carrot leaned wearily against the counter. "Gateau can't just bring him over here and expect us to take him in. Inviting them over was your––"
"Carrot!" Tira halted his speech as her gaze fell on the figure in the doorway. Marron's head was down, and she could barely see him nod, but the motion was there. He turned even as she called his name.
~***~
Gateau continued to glare at the computer, wishing the words would appear by themselves. Even if he had been able to contribute his full attention to the project it would not have been easy, but the task was considerably more difficult as he could not resist constant glances over to the boy who was laying on his bed. Marron laid on his side, facing away from Gateau. He had not changed clothes, simply removed his shoes before taking to the bed. Gateau wasn't sure if he was sleeping.
"Marron," he whispered.
"What?"
The single syllable was enough to betray the thoughts of the other as melancholy. Giving a final thought to his paper, only half-finished, Gateau gave up the idea to tend to more pressing matters. Taking a seat beside Marron, he touched the boy's shoulder. Marron seemed to pull more within himself, both hands fisted and drawn beneath his chin pressed his eyes closed.
Gateau rubbed his arm, trying to think of what to say, whether he should ask or not. His voice was unsure even as he spoke.
"Do you––"
"Gateau," Marron cut him off quietly. Rolling onto his back, he looked up at the older boy, "can you, please...tonight...just," he placed his hands on top of Gateau's, speaking through a single touch what he couldn't bring himself to say.
Leaning forward, Gateau pressed his lips to Marron and was eagerly greeted with warm response as the boy pressed up against him. Casting away all thoughts save for the pleasure of the other, Gateau set about chasing away the night.
~***~
"Take me home."
"What?" Gateau turned in his seat to face Marron. Standing beside him, the boy tugged gently at his arm. The blond stood, but objected once more. "You can't just walk out on them."
"Gateau..." he caught the other's hand between his own, "please."
~tbc~
More to come...soon...if you review that is. If I don’t see any reviews I’ll just assume I’ve lost your attention and leave this permanently...and I haven’t even written the lemon yet!
Miko No Hoshi