Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Shadows ❯ Pleasing Touch ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
Well, Gateau and Marron don't technically have sex here...but its still Evil Hentai Slug approved!
Gateau/Marron, PWP
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.25.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 700 | Status: Completed
Well, Gateau and Marron don't technically have sex here...but its still Evil Hentai Slug approved!
Gateau/Marron, PWP
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.25.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 700 | Status: Completed
Notes from the Evil Hentai Slug: Unfortunately for all you lemon, PWP fans, the Miko has recently taken to “serious” writing with, you know, those plots and all... but this is not one of them! I spoke to the Miko and we compromised, and this is one of those “Marron and Gateau do everything but...” fics. So, if you want to encourage more NC-17 hentai goodness, you better review or its all plots from here on out!!
Shadows
Holding a mug in one hand, Gateau flopped back onto the couch. After ridding the town of a most fierce sorcerer, the Hunters had come to find out that the people living there were more well to do than most of the others in Spooner. While this odd and isolated wealth raised some questions, it did provide for certain benefits.
Along with all the food they could eat, they were given a place to stay for a few nights. Unlike the humble homes they had been invited into before, those still being the best the people had to offer, no more than small huts, this place was really very nice. It was a cabin situated at the edge of town. The walls were strong, made of the cedar wood that was so plentiful in the nearby forest. There were several bedrooms, a kitchen, and even a living room.
That was Gateau's favorite. The floor was lined with hard wooden slabs, fitting together so that not even one strip of dirt showed between. There was a large black leather couch and a matching chair, both facing the wide fireplace. That too was unusually nice, lined with gray bricks and with a shiny slab of black marble on the floor before it. Earlier Gateau had lit a fire and now it blazed to warm the winter room.
Setting his cup aside, Gateau leaned back. His armor had been put away, normal attire replaced by a simple t-shirt and jeans, still tight enough to show off his figure of corse. Sinking into relaxation, he was interrupted by the small squeak of a door. Looking up, he saw it open just enough for golden eyes to look around the edge.
"Feeling better?" Gateau asked. Marron had gone to bed early due to a headache. It wasn't that odd; he had used several large spells defeating the evil Kadesh.
"Is my brother back yet?"
"Nope. They all decided to go to the festival tonight," the town was celebrating its release with a huge party. There was sure to be lots of food, drink, and girls, so it would be some time before anyone returned.
There was a small nod as Marron opened the door and stepped into the light. His tunic was gone, as were his pants, leaving the tall youth in nothing but his long white shirt. Two of its gold-trimmed edges hung just above his fingers, and the third lay a few inches above his knees, barely decent. Marron's shining hair had been tied back with a small satin ribbon but several stands must have escaped in his sleep and now hung around his face. His legs were long and slender, crossed gracefully as he paused in mid-step to look at Gateau with piercing eyes.
Gateau stared unabashed at the beauty before him. To see Marron was to want Marron, want to stare, want to touch, want to strip naked and bend over the nearest stable object. Gateau felt his pants grow tighter as his body began to react on its own accord.
Marron took a few steps closer, looking down at him. All Gateau could think about was the probability that the boy probably wasn't wearing any underwear, a detestment of undergarments being a secret of Marron's he had found out about not too very long ago. The blond shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position and not give away his own secret, but Marron had already seen enough.
Placing one hand on the arm of the chair, the mage leaned in. With a gentle hand on Gateau's cheek, he kissed the other passionately. Gateau's breath caught in his throat as Marron's tongue met his own and the hand left his face to rest on a much more exciting part of his body. He broke the kiss and tried to breath, thinking well beyond him.
"From just a kiss Gateau?" Marron inquired, obviously suspecting the blond of something more.
"A kiss hell," he replied, "just from looking at you."
With ever-present grace, Marron slipped to the floor, forcing Gateau to spread his knees further and allow him room to kneel between them. Elegant fingers toyed with the snap of his jeans.
"Did you want to go with the others?"
His expression was too serious for the position he was in, kneeling gracefully like some storybook geisha girl. Gateau chuckled a bit, settling deeper into the couch.
"Still, I am sorry you missed the celebration," it sounded as if he was debating something. A small pause, a slight pressing of his lips, and then a pop as the snap was undone. The zipper followed and in short order Marron had freed Gateau's growing erection. In proportion to the man's size, his member was larger than average, just a shade lighter than his bronzed skin and standing out against a crinkled nest of blond hair.
Gateau leaned back as soft hands caressed him, gliding up and down his length, thumb brushing over the head every few times. Leaning forward, Marron touched his lips to the tip of his lover's cock, letting his mouth linger long enough to flick his tongue temptingly in just the right place. Gateau made a deep sound from the back of his throat. One large hand came to rest on Marron's head, brushing over his hair just once before taking hold and forcing him forward, gently but with insistence.
Bringing his hand to rest at the base of the shaft, Marron took a breath before taking Gateau into his mouth. Unable to swallow him in entirety, he worked gently back and forth, letting his hand make up for the last few inches. Gateau had no objections as Marron's tongue worked mysterious patterns amongst his movement, drawing desire to the surface.
Gripping the boy's head Gateau pushed him further, balancing on the edge and trying to get beyond. The mage drew back only once in surprise before trying to comply. Suppressing his instinct to gag, he allowed Gateau to press deep within his mouth. It was over quickly after that. Gateau tensed, arching off the couch and giving Marron enough warning to pull back as his mouth was filled with the blond's cum. The taste was a familiar bitter as he tried to swallow, some escaping to run down his chin despite his effort.
Gateau watched him hungrily as he reached to wipe it away. The larger man looked on, raising an eyebrow expectantly as Marron looked at his hand, drips of the creamy liquid caught there. Meeting blue eyes strongly, his lapped at it several times, catlike in his cleaning. Gateau smiled in satisfaction as he tucked his now soft member back into his pants and did them up.
Marron was good to him; he knew that, and the boy asked for little in return. Sometimes Gateau felt rather guilty for it. Normally he would have 'made up' for such things in bed, but that...that was impossible in their case. Marron, while having no objections to any other related acts, was reluctant to commit to the finale itself. For this he was constantly trying to apologize, perhaps not with words, but giving in to Gateau's impulses quite frequently even if they didn't suit his own mood.
Gateau sighed. Looking down, he watched Marron lay his head against his knee, hand beneath his chin, eyes closed. A slight blush painted his pale cheeks. Gateau reached out a hand to touch only to have Marron pull away with a jerk.
"Hm?" Gateau questioned the unaccustomed action.
"N-nothing. I just," he scooted back a bit, standing. "I think I'll go back to--"
A strong hand caught his wrist, pulling him off balance. Gateau caught him expectedly, lifting him easily so that he landed straddled across the blonde's lap.
"Gateau!" he turned his head indignantly, simultaneously trying to readjust his shirt.
"Ah? What do we have here," he questioned, playfully flipping back the edge of the shirt. Delicate hands tried to push his away, but artfully he caught both Marron's wrist with his left hand, holding them to the side and out of his way. Again he lifted the edge of the white shirt, taking his time to reveal the treasure beneath.
Marron's struggling stopped as a gentle kiss was pressed against his cheek.
"Its okay beautiful. I just wish it could be better for you."
Indeed, the earlier blush Gateau had suspected as arousal proved only to be that of embarrassment. Marron tucked his head beneath Gateau's chin, silently willing the entire thing away, praying Gateau would let it go. Gateau released his wrist, instead letting his hand run beneath the shirt, across Marron's flat stomach and up his chest, savoring the feel of perfectly smooth skin beneath his hands. It was when he crossed one of Marron's nipples that the mage jerked back a bit. Their eyes met and Gateau's intentions changed suddenly.
Nuzzling Marron's neck, Gateau began to kiss him tenderly, catching his lips as soon as the mage raised his head in question. Resisting the urge to push the other into the kiss, Gateau requested permission with his tongue, feeling Marron grant him access, before pressing it into the boy's mouth. He was sweet, like wild strawberries.
Pulling back to let the other breathe and even call a stop if he needed, Gateau dove instead beneath the thin fabric of the shirt. Pushing it up with one hand, the other finding a place on Marron's milky thigh, he lowered his lips to one circular nipple, the lightest shade of pink. Marron shifted slightly, unsure. Gateau took his penis in hand, causing him to jump, hands latching on to wide shoulders for balance.
Gateau continued to work, feeling the nipple harden beneath his mouth and even the organ beneath his hand. It amazed him how sensitive Marron was, responding to each touch with small sounds most like the mewing of a kitten, holding tightly to his shoulders, biting his lower lip. That last bit of restraint Gateau could have done without.
"You like that?" he questioned into Marron's ear, still stroking his hardening cock.
"Y-yes," a blushed admittance.
Content to have the other speaking, but seeing the mage's articulation as somewhat of a challenge, Gateau kissed him chastely before withdrawing his wandering hands. They replaced themselves on Marron's sides, running up and down the soft skin, feeling every contour, trying to remember before he revealed them. And he did finally, pushing the cloth up and over Marron's head.
Marron's hair tie was lost in the process, releasing the night like wave to drop against his shoulders. It was such a lovely contrast with his skin, pale as a lady's powder, the only spots of color high on his cheekbones, much finer than any rouge. Instinctively his arms crossed over his bare chest, delicate hands resting on opposite shoulders, a certain feminine gesture that Gateau loved.
Lifting those arms, Gateau redirected them to his own shoulders. He began at Marron’s neck, just behind his right ear, taking tiny bits of flesh into his mouth and sucking, occasionally pressing his teeth into it as well, a territorial process as light blue marks began to appear in his wake. Marron, though, had no objections, each of Gateau’s nips being carefully placed as he continued downward. Distracting also was Gateau’s hand, again working itself up and down the pallid shaft of Marron’s cock, thumb slipping up to caress the head and causing the other to take a gasping breath, his hands to hold tighter.
Gateau’s other hand slipped to rest on Marron’s hip for just a moment before slipping further around to cup his backside. He pushed Marron forward on his lap until the mage’s chest pressed warm against his own even through his light shirt. Keeping the strokes of his left hand sure and steady, Gateau moved suddenly with the other. Biting down on Marron’s sensitive neck, he pushed a finger into the mage’s tight opening.
Marron jumped, trying to scoot away and not being able to go anywhere. Gateau paused, for when gold eyes met his own there was a sure panic that rested in them.
“Its okay,” he soothed, holding everything still.
“I--I--,” it was a rare flustered moment and Gateau was almost sorry. Swallowing, Marron once again found his words. “I don’t want to Gateau, please, I told you--”
Gateau kissed him, cutting off the nearly painful explanation he had been given more than once. Marron was tense against him, but soon he warmed to the kiss. Gateau slipped in his tongue even as he pressed his finger deeper in, searching for something that would end the discussion. But as he found it, brushing against the spot that made Marron pull away from his mouth in a confused, silent gasp. His hands pressed against Gateau chest, again trying to stop this but unable to speak as Gateau repeatedly brushed his prostate.
“Just this, beautiful,” he spoke into Marron’s ear.
“... Promise?”
“Yeah, I promise.”
Marron leaned into him, arms wrapping around his neck, somehow sealing the deal with his gentle gesture. Gateau went back to his enjoyable work, stroking and sucking, his finger giving an obviously new sensation to the boy in his lap. He listened to Marron's breath quicken into short gasps and moans that were most pleasing.
Suddenly the boy again pulled back, hands fisting insistently in Gateau's shirt.
"Gateau, I--"
He was effectively cut of as the other kissed him passionately, distracting as his ministrations increased in pace. He felt Marron cry out against his kiss, tensing as his white jism landed in glistening strands across Gateau's shirt.
Gateau smiled, brushing back damp black hair to see Marron's flushed face. The mage heaved a trembling sigh, hands still wrapped in the fabric. He lowered his forehead onto the man's broad shoulder, content with the big hands that moved to lie on his back and feeling generally warm and fuzzy.
They spent a few minutes in comfortable silence that was broken involuntarily by a yawn from Marron. Gateau chuckled, pushing the mage back enough to remove his shirt, looking at the new stain with something akin to pride, much to Marron's embarrassment, before dropping it to the floor next to the mage's discarded garments.
"Want to go back to bed?"
Marron nodded lightly and was instantly lifted in strong arms, pressed tight against Gateau's bare chest. The blond walked easily to the bedroom, slipping into the shadows and kicking the door shut behind them.
~*~
Carrot stumbled through the door, one arm hooked about the neck of a calm Tira who graciously helped him even though his clothes were practically shredded from earlier bouts of punishment. Lifting a bottle of cheap beer in his other hand, he saluted the ceiling fixture and drank deeply, mumbling about the little hottie he had almost had. Tira grunted, propelling him forward.
What little grace Carrot maintained on a normal basis was lost the moment his sobriety was compromised. He fell headfirst over the couch, still managing to keep the bottle upright even as he landed rather hard on his back. Attempting to roll over and take another drink, his gaze fell by chance to the floor, which he promptly landed on.
Sitting, he lifted the two pieces of cloth. Looking over his shoulder, Tira blushed, color showing on her cheeks even in the dim light of the shrunken fire. Carrot's fist tightened in the cloth, he stood.
"Mar--!"
Suddenly he fell forward, unconscious, the warning dying on his lips. With a quiet smile, Tira tucked the massive hammer back into the folds of her dress and drug her, now peaceful, Carrot off to bed.
~finis~
Review please!
Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No Hoshi
Shadows
Holding a mug in one hand, Gateau flopped back onto the couch. After ridding the town of a most fierce sorcerer, the Hunters had come to find out that the people living there were more well to do than most of the others in Spooner. While this odd and isolated wealth raised some questions, it did provide for certain benefits.
Along with all the food they could eat, they were given a place to stay for a few nights. Unlike the humble homes they had been invited into before, those still being the best the people had to offer, no more than small huts, this place was really very nice. It was a cabin situated at the edge of town. The walls were strong, made of the cedar wood that was so plentiful in the nearby forest. There were several bedrooms, a kitchen, and even a living room.
That was Gateau's favorite. The floor was lined with hard wooden slabs, fitting together so that not even one strip of dirt showed between. There was a large black leather couch and a matching chair, both facing the wide fireplace. That too was unusually nice, lined with gray bricks and with a shiny slab of black marble on the floor before it. Earlier Gateau had lit a fire and now it blazed to warm the winter room.
Setting his cup aside, Gateau leaned back. His armor had been put away, normal attire replaced by a simple t-shirt and jeans, still tight enough to show off his figure of corse. Sinking into relaxation, he was interrupted by the small squeak of a door. Looking up, he saw it open just enough for golden eyes to look around the edge.
"Feeling better?" Gateau asked. Marron had gone to bed early due to a headache. It wasn't that odd; he had used several large spells defeating the evil Kadesh.
"Is my brother back yet?"
"Nope. They all decided to go to the festival tonight," the town was celebrating its release with a huge party. There was sure to be lots of food, drink, and girls, so it would be some time before anyone returned.
There was a small nod as Marron opened the door and stepped into the light. His tunic was gone, as were his pants, leaving the tall youth in nothing but his long white shirt. Two of its gold-trimmed edges hung just above his fingers, and the third lay a few inches above his knees, barely decent. Marron's shining hair had been tied back with a small satin ribbon but several stands must have escaped in his sleep and now hung around his face. His legs were long and slender, crossed gracefully as he paused in mid-step to look at Gateau with piercing eyes.
Gateau stared unabashed at the beauty before him. To see Marron was to want Marron, want to stare, want to touch, want to strip naked and bend over the nearest stable object. Gateau felt his pants grow tighter as his body began to react on its own accord.
Marron took a few steps closer, looking down at him. All Gateau could think about was the probability that the boy probably wasn't wearing any underwear, a detestment of undergarments being a secret of Marron's he had found out about not too very long ago. The blond shifted, trying to find a more comfortable position and not give away his own secret, but Marron had already seen enough.
Placing one hand on the arm of the chair, the mage leaned in. With a gentle hand on Gateau's cheek, he kissed the other passionately. Gateau's breath caught in his throat as Marron's tongue met his own and the hand left his face to rest on a much more exciting part of his body. He broke the kiss and tried to breath, thinking well beyond him.
"From just a kiss Gateau?" Marron inquired, obviously suspecting the blond of something more.
"A kiss hell," he replied, "just from looking at you."
With ever-present grace, Marron slipped to the floor, forcing Gateau to spread his knees further and allow him room to kneel between them. Elegant fingers toyed with the snap of his jeans.
"Did you want to go with the others?"
His expression was too serious for the position he was in, kneeling gracefully like some storybook geisha girl. Gateau chuckled a bit, settling deeper into the couch.
"Still, I am sorry you missed the celebration," it sounded as if he was debating something. A small pause, a slight pressing of his lips, and then a pop as the snap was undone. The zipper followed and in short order Marron had freed Gateau's growing erection. In proportion to the man's size, his member was larger than average, just a shade lighter than his bronzed skin and standing out against a crinkled nest of blond hair.
Gateau leaned back as soft hands caressed him, gliding up and down his length, thumb brushing over the head every few times. Leaning forward, Marron touched his lips to the tip of his lover's cock, letting his mouth linger long enough to flick his tongue temptingly in just the right place. Gateau made a deep sound from the back of his throat. One large hand came to rest on Marron's head, brushing over his hair just once before taking hold and forcing him forward, gently but with insistence.
Bringing his hand to rest at the base of the shaft, Marron took a breath before taking Gateau into his mouth. Unable to swallow him in entirety, he worked gently back and forth, letting his hand make up for the last few inches. Gateau had no objections as Marron's tongue worked mysterious patterns amongst his movement, drawing desire to the surface.
Gripping the boy's head Gateau pushed him further, balancing on the edge and trying to get beyond. The mage drew back only once in surprise before trying to comply. Suppressing his instinct to gag, he allowed Gateau to press deep within his mouth. It was over quickly after that. Gateau tensed, arching off the couch and giving Marron enough warning to pull back as his mouth was filled with the blond's cum. The taste was a familiar bitter as he tried to swallow, some escaping to run down his chin despite his effort.
Gateau watched him hungrily as he reached to wipe it away. The larger man looked on, raising an eyebrow expectantly as Marron looked at his hand, drips of the creamy liquid caught there. Meeting blue eyes strongly, his lapped at it several times, catlike in his cleaning. Gateau smiled in satisfaction as he tucked his now soft member back into his pants and did them up.
Marron was good to him; he knew that, and the boy asked for little in return. Sometimes Gateau felt rather guilty for it. Normally he would have 'made up' for such things in bed, but that...that was impossible in their case. Marron, while having no objections to any other related acts, was reluctant to commit to the finale itself. For this he was constantly trying to apologize, perhaps not with words, but giving in to Gateau's impulses quite frequently even if they didn't suit his own mood.
Gateau sighed. Looking down, he watched Marron lay his head against his knee, hand beneath his chin, eyes closed. A slight blush painted his pale cheeks. Gateau reached out a hand to touch only to have Marron pull away with a jerk.
"Hm?" Gateau questioned the unaccustomed action.
"N-nothing. I just," he scooted back a bit, standing. "I think I'll go back to--"
A strong hand caught his wrist, pulling him off balance. Gateau caught him expectedly, lifting him easily so that he landed straddled across the blonde's lap.
"Gateau!" he turned his head indignantly, simultaneously trying to readjust his shirt.
"Ah? What do we have here," he questioned, playfully flipping back the edge of the shirt. Delicate hands tried to push his away, but artfully he caught both Marron's wrist with his left hand, holding them to the side and out of his way. Again he lifted the edge of the white shirt, taking his time to reveal the treasure beneath.
Marron's struggling stopped as a gentle kiss was pressed against his cheek.
"Its okay beautiful. I just wish it could be better for you."
Indeed, the earlier blush Gateau had suspected as arousal proved only to be that of embarrassment. Marron tucked his head beneath Gateau's chin, silently willing the entire thing away, praying Gateau would let it go. Gateau released his wrist, instead letting his hand run beneath the shirt, across Marron's flat stomach and up his chest, savoring the feel of perfectly smooth skin beneath his hands. It was when he crossed one of Marron's nipples that the mage jerked back a bit. Their eyes met and Gateau's intentions changed suddenly.
Nuzzling Marron's neck, Gateau began to kiss him tenderly, catching his lips as soon as the mage raised his head in question. Resisting the urge to push the other into the kiss, Gateau requested permission with his tongue, feeling Marron grant him access, before pressing it into the boy's mouth. He was sweet, like wild strawberries.
Pulling back to let the other breathe and even call a stop if he needed, Gateau dove instead beneath the thin fabric of the shirt. Pushing it up with one hand, the other finding a place on Marron's milky thigh, he lowered his lips to one circular nipple, the lightest shade of pink. Marron shifted slightly, unsure. Gateau took his penis in hand, causing him to jump, hands latching on to wide shoulders for balance.
Gateau continued to work, feeling the nipple harden beneath his mouth and even the organ beneath his hand. It amazed him how sensitive Marron was, responding to each touch with small sounds most like the mewing of a kitten, holding tightly to his shoulders, biting his lower lip. That last bit of restraint Gateau could have done without.
"You like that?" he questioned into Marron's ear, still stroking his hardening cock.
"Y-yes," a blushed admittance.
Content to have the other speaking, but seeing the mage's articulation as somewhat of a challenge, Gateau kissed him chastely before withdrawing his wandering hands. They replaced themselves on Marron's sides, running up and down the soft skin, feeling every contour, trying to remember before he revealed them. And he did finally, pushing the cloth up and over Marron's head.
Marron's hair tie was lost in the process, releasing the night like wave to drop against his shoulders. It was such a lovely contrast with his skin, pale as a lady's powder, the only spots of color high on his cheekbones, much finer than any rouge. Instinctively his arms crossed over his bare chest, delicate hands resting on opposite shoulders, a certain feminine gesture that Gateau loved.
Lifting those arms, Gateau redirected them to his own shoulders. He began at Marron’s neck, just behind his right ear, taking tiny bits of flesh into his mouth and sucking, occasionally pressing his teeth into it as well, a territorial process as light blue marks began to appear in his wake. Marron, though, had no objections, each of Gateau’s nips being carefully placed as he continued downward. Distracting also was Gateau’s hand, again working itself up and down the pallid shaft of Marron’s cock, thumb slipping up to caress the head and causing the other to take a gasping breath, his hands to hold tighter.
Gateau’s other hand slipped to rest on Marron’s hip for just a moment before slipping further around to cup his backside. He pushed Marron forward on his lap until the mage’s chest pressed warm against his own even through his light shirt. Keeping the strokes of his left hand sure and steady, Gateau moved suddenly with the other. Biting down on Marron’s sensitive neck, he pushed a finger into the mage’s tight opening.
Marron jumped, trying to scoot away and not being able to go anywhere. Gateau paused, for when gold eyes met his own there was a sure panic that rested in them.
“Its okay,” he soothed, holding everything still.
“I--I--,” it was a rare flustered moment and Gateau was almost sorry. Swallowing, Marron once again found his words. “I don’t want to Gateau, please, I told you--”
Gateau kissed him, cutting off the nearly painful explanation he had been given more than once. Marron was tense against him, but soon he warmed to the kiss. Gateau slipped in his tongue even as he pressed his finger deeper in, searching for something that would end the discussion. But as he found it, brushing against the spot that made Marron pull away from his mouth in a confused, silent gasp. His hands pressed against Gateau chest, again trying to stop this but unable to speak as Gateau repeatedly brushed his prostate.
“Just this, beautiful,” he spoke into Marron’s ear.
“... Promise?”
“Yeah, I promise.”
Marron leaned into him, arms wrapping around his neck, somehow sealing the deal with his gentle gesture. Gateau went back to his enjoyable work, stroking and sucking, his finger giving an obviously new sensation to the boy in his lap. He listened to Marron's breath quicken into short gasps and moans that were most pleasing.
Suddenly the boy again pulled back, hands fisting insistently in Gateau's shirt.
"Gateau, I--"
He was effectively cut of as the other kissed him passionately, distracting as his ministrations increased in pace. He felt Marron cry out against his kiss, tensing as his white jism landed in glistening strands across Gateau's shirt.
Gateau smiled, brushing back damp black hair to see Marron's flushed face. The mage heaved a trembling sigh, hands still wrapped in the fabric. He lowered his forehead onto the man's broad shoulder, content with the big hands that moved to lie on his back and feeling generally warm and fuzzy.
They spent a few minutes in comfortable silence that was broken involuntarily by a yawn from Marron. Gateau chuckled, pushing the mage back enough to remove his shirt, looking at the new stain with something akin to pride, much to Marron's embarrassment, before dropping it to the floor next to the mage's discarded garments.
"Want to go back to bed?"
Marron nodded lightly and was instantly lifted in strong arms, pressed tight against Gateau's bare chest. The blond walked easily to the bedroom, slipping into the shadows and kicking the door shut behind them.
~*~
Carrot stumbled through the door, one arm hooked about the neck of a calm Tira who graciously helped him even though his clothes were practically shredded from earlier bouts of punishment. Lifting a bottle of cheap beer in his other hand, he saluted the ceiling fixture and drank deeply, mumbling about the little hottie he had almost had. Tira grunted, propelling him forward.
What little grace Carrot maintained on a normal basis was lost the moment his sobriety was compromised. He fell headfirst over the couch, still managing to keep the bottle upright even as he landed rather hard on his back. Attempting to roll over and take another drink, his gaze fell by chance to the floor, which he promptly landed on.
Sitting, he lifted the two pieces of cloth. Looking over his shoulder, Tira blushed, color showing on her cheeks even in the dim light of the shrunken fire. Carrot's fist tightened in the cloth, he stood.
"Mar--!"
Suddenly he fell forward, unconscious, the warning dying on his lips. With a quiet smile, Tira tucked the massive hammer back into the folds of her dress and drug her, now peaceful, Carrot off to bed.
~finis~
Review please!
Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No Hoshi