Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Sanctuary ❯ I'll Love You For Today ( Chapter 10 )
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By: Miko No Hoshi 
How much time can Marron give?
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.16.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 227 | Status: Completed
How much time can Marron give?
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.16.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 227 | Status: Completed
Sanctuary
Chapter Ten: I'll Love You For Today
The blond stepped closer to him, reaching out a hand to touch his face.
"Please," Marron almost begged. "Please don't."
"Marron, I still--"
"No," he shook his head.
"Yes," he insisted. "You might have forgotten, but I can't let it go that easy."
Marron's laugh was not pleasant. He turned away as he spoke because Gateau's blue eyes were just too much of a mockery of his own feelings.
"I didn't forget. You don't know," his hands held the comforter of the bed, trying to find strength somewhere. "I didn't leave because I stopped loving you."
Gateau stepped behind him to draw him back into a fierce embrace. Delicate hands gripped at his arms and Marron shook his head again. But then Gateau was kissing his neck and their bodies were melting together in that familiar way that made it hard to think at all.
Big hands moved up under his shirt, over his chest, then out again to undo the little buttons. When the cloth fell loose and open, the hands returned to brush over his nipples, inciting some lost sensation. Gateau's lips were still at his neck, hunting that one spot that made him breathe faster. By the time the button of his slacks was undone, Marron had sank so far into the feelings that thought was lost.
Gateau shifted them forward. Marron stumbled against the bed then was half-lifted onto it. On his knees, he felt the mattress shift as Gateau kneeled behind him. He was pulled back against the blonde's chest, eyes tilting toward the ceiling as Gateau pushed his pants and underwear down around his hips to draw out his penis. He was still kissing him, just catching his lips, as he took the organ in hand. It grew easily under his attention and Marron panted lightly in his arms.
"God," he said, shifting even closer as a little moan escaped Marron's lips. His own hardon pressed firmly against Marron's ass. With his free hand he pressed the younger man's arms up so that they wrapped around his neck and he could see more clearly what he was doing.
Marron's breath came in short gasps and Gateau gave up being delicate to pump quickly. He made some sound, but it was caught in his throat and Gateau couldn't make it out, then he came, white strands spilling over Gateau's hand and onto the black pants below.
And for a moment everything was perfect. Then Marron had remember.
With a started gasp he pulled away from Gateau, shifting off the bed and swaying as he tried to stand, as the blood had yet to return to his head. Pulling the pants up frantically, he rushed to the bathroom. Gateau didn't listen to him throwing up; he didn't want to. He just sat there on the bed, staring at the coverlet until Marron returned.
He hadn't expected the other to climb back on the bed like that, but he wasn't sure he liked what was happening. Sitting cross-legged in front of him, Marron took his hand in his own and washed it furiously with a warm cloth. Again and again he washed it, long after it was clean. And he said it over and over again.
"You shouldn't. You shouldn't."
"Marron."
"You shouldn't."
Gateau tossed the cloth away and crushed the other against his chest. They sat for a while like that, Gateau holding on tightly and Marron sobbing quietly against him.
~*~
Gateau had left Marron sleeping fitfully upstairs to roam the halls. He found himself in the library nearly an hour later, but he still did not know what to do. Pulling a novel from the shelf, he took a heavy seat in one of the chairs. It was all too possible he had messed everything up by taking it too far too quickly.
As he aimlessly flipped the pages of Wilde's "The Happy Prince," Marron joined him. He hovered momentarily in the doorway, looking as if entering was the last thing he wanted to do. Finally Gateau looked up at him, and he was forced to move. He stood in front of Gateau, but well out of reach, and the look in his eyes promised that he would bolt if the least circumstance provided for it.
"We have to talk."
Determined not to say the wrong thing, Gateau laid the book aside and listened.
"We cannot do this, Gateau. I'll leave, if that's what you want . . . but we cannot do this."
Gateau stood, stepped close, and took Marron's chin in his hand, forcing the younger man to look him in the eyes.
"Do you like me?"
"You know I do."
"Do you love me?"
"I . . . "
"You used to love me, Marron."
~***~
Living together had become natural to them. Though Gateau's father technically resided in the house as well, he was so often apart and cared little enough about his son's affairs that he seemed not to be there at all. They would come home from school together and Marron would do homework while Gateau watched him, occasionally getting enough of his own work done to get a passing C. Marshall would serve them dinner, or, him being gone, Marron would cook something which Gateau would fawn over even if it was slightly burnt. In the late hours they would occupy the living room before going to bed. Though Marron's official residence was the guest room, most of his belongings were in Gateau's room and that is where he slept as well.
And in the midnight hours when the house was quiet, they made love, not the clumsy love of school children, but something so wonderful that Gateau could call it only perfect. Then they would lay close together and watch the moon's light shift across the room, and it was most always quiet.
"Gateau . . . "
"Hm?"
Marron's fingers tightened over his larger ones, "I think I love you."
"You think?"
"No," he sat up to smile at Gateau, "I know."
~*~
"I still do, but that is not–"
"It is. Look here, I love you, you love me, and we're together. We can make this–"
"It's not going to work!" he pulled away from Gateau's grasp. "This is not something we can work through; it's not some stupid fight, Gateau!"
"I know that."
"I'm sick, Gateau," he pointed at his own chest, his heart, but his strong voice lost force on the rest, "and I'm not going to get better." The other blurred in his vision and he turned from him. "I'm dying."
"But not today."
~tbc~
Author's notes: Another short chapter, but there's a reason this time too. See, I need to make a major decision about the story from this point on, but, since I'm not sure what will be better receive, I'm going to poll you lovely readers. Here's the choices:
Devil's Advocate: The stories proceeds onward at the same pace. Tira will probably play a little bigger role, Gateau will find out how Marron got sick, new character intro (someone from SH), Marron gets a job, and various other plot devices occur. Some conflict and drama, and a pretty good plot, along with a lemon or two. Probably another four or five chapters, and then the ending.
Just Between Angels: Stop here, insert a lemon, and then a sudden time-jump to the end. One more chapter, maybe two.
Instant Sanctuary: No lemon, just the end. Hm, if you guys pick this, then I'll know you're just in a hurry to get this over with.
Anyway, please review and cast your vote! Thanks for reading!
Chapter Ten: I'll Love You For Today
The blond stepped closer to him, reaching out a hand to touch his face.
"Please," Marron almost begged. "Please don't."
"Marron, I still--"
"No," he shook his head.
"Yes," he insisted. "You might have forgotten, but I can't let it go that easy."
Marron's laugh was not pleasant. He turned away as he spoke because Gateau's blue eyes were just too much of a mockery of his own feelings.
"I didn't forget. You don't know," his hands held the comforter of the bed, trying to find strength somewhere. "I didn't leave because I stopped loving you."
Gateau stepped behind him to draw him back into a fierce embrace. Delicate hands gripped at his arms and Marron shook his head again. But then Gateau was kissing his neck and their bodies were melting together in that familiar way that made it hard to think at all.
Big hands moved up under his shirt, over his chest, then out again to undo the little buttons. When the cloth fell loose and open, the hands returned to brush over his nipples, inciting some lost sensation. Gateau's lips were still at his neck, hunting that one spot that made him breathe faster. By the time the button of his slacks was undone, Marron had sank so far into the feelings that thought was lost.
Gateau shifted them forward. Marron stumbled against the bed then was half-lifted onto it. On his knees, he felt the mattress shift as Gateau kneeled behind him. He was pulled back against the blonde's chest, eyes tilting toward the ceiling as Gateau pushed his pants and underwear down around his hips to draw out his penis. He was still kissing him, just catching his lips, as he took the organ in hand. It grew easily under his attention and Marron panted lightly in his arms.
"God," he said, shifting even closer as a little moan escaped Marron's lips. His own hardon pressed firmly against Marron's ass. With his free hand he pressed the younger man's arms up so that they wrapped around his neck and he could see more clearly what he was doing.
Marron's breath came in short gasps and Gateau gave up being delicate to pump quickly. He made some sound, but it was caught in his throat and Gateau couldn't make it out, then he came, white strands spilling over Gateau's hand and onto the black pants below.
And for a moment everything was perfect. Then Marron had remember.
With a started gasp he pulled away from Gateau, shifting off the bed and swaying as he tried to stand, as the blood had yet to return to his head. Pulling the pants up frantically, he rushed to the bathroom. Gateau didn't listen to him throwing up; he didn't want to. He just sat there on the bed, staring at the coverlet until Marron returned.
He hadn't expected the other to climb back on the bed like that, but he wasn't sure he liked what was happening. Sitting cross-legged in front of him, Marron took his hand in his own and washed it furiously with a warm cloth. Again and again he washed it, long after it was clean. And he said it over and over again.
"You shouldn't. You shouldn't."
"Marron."
"You shouldn't."
Gateau tossed the cloth away and crushed the other against his chest. They sat for a while like that, Gateau holding on tightly and Marron sobbing quietly against him.
~*~
Gateau had left Marron sleeping fitfully upstairs to roam the halls. He found himself in the library nearly an hour later, but he still did not know what to do. Pulling a novel from the shelf, he took a heavy seat in one of the chairs. It was all too possible he had messed everything up by taking it too far too quickly.
As he aimlessly flipped the pages of Wilde's "The Happy Prince," Marron joined him. He hovered momentarily in the doorway, looking as if entering was the last thing he wanted to do. Finally Gateau looked up at him, and he was forced to move. He stood in front of Gateau, but well out of reach, and the look in his eyes promised that he would bolt if the least circumstance provided for it.
"We have to talk."
Determined not to say the wrong thing, Gateau laid the book aside and listened.
"We cannot do this, Gateau. I'll leave, if that's what you want . . . but we cannot do this."
Gateau stood, stepped close, and took Marron's chin in his hand, forcing the younger man to look him in the eyes.
"Do you like me?"
"You know I do."
"Do you love me?"
"I . . . "
"You used to love me, Marron."
~***~
Living together had become natural to them. Though Gateau's father technically resided in the house as well, he was so often apart and cared little enough about his son's affairs that he seemed not to be there at all. They would come home from school together and Marron would do homework while Gateau watched him, occasionally getting enough of his own work done to get a passing C. Marshall would serve them dinner, or, him being gone, Marron would cook something which Gateau would fawn over even if it was slightly burnt. In the late hours they would occupy the living room before going to bed. Though Marron's official residence was the guest room, most of his belongings were in Gateau's room and that is where he slept as well.
And in the midnight hours when the house was quiet, they made love, not the clumsy love of school children, but something so wonderful that Gateau could call it only perfect. Then they would lay close together and watch the moon's light shift across the room, and it was most always quiet.
"Gateau . . . "
"Hm?"
Marron's fingers tightened over his larger ones, "I think I love you."
"You think?"
"No," he sat up to smile at Gateau, "I know."
~*~
"I still do, but that is not–"
"It is. Look here, I love you, you love me, and we're together. We can make this–"
"It's not going to work!" he pulled away from Gateau's grasp. "This is not something we can work through; it's not some stupid fight, Gateau!"
"I know that."
"I'm sick, Gateau," he pointed at his own chest, his heart, but his strong voice lost force on the rest, "and I'm not going to get better." The other blurred in his vision and he turned from him. "I'm dying."
"But not today."
~tbc~
Author's notes: Another short chapter, but there's a reason this time too. See, I need to make a major decision about the story from this point on, but, since I'm not sure what will be better receive, I'm going to poll you lovely readers. Here's the choices:
Devil's Advocate: The stories proceeds onward at the same pace. Tira will probably play a little bigger role, Gateau will find out how Marron got sick, new character intro (someone from SH), Marron gets a job, and various other plot devices occur. Some conflict and drama, and a pretty good plot, along with a lemon or two. Probably another four or five chapters, and then the ending.
Just Between Angels: Stop here, insert a lemon, and then a sudden time-jump to the end. One more chapter, maybe two.
Instant Sanctuary: No lemon, just the end. Hm, if you guys pick this, then I'll know you're just in a hurry to get this over with.
Anyway, please review and cast your vote! Thanks for reading!