Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Shall I Call You Princess? ❯ It Was Kinda Sexy ( Chapter 5 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
Gateau learns his lesson. And so it ends. . .
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.16.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 269 | Status: Completed
Gateau learns his lesson. And so it ends. . .
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 05.16.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 269 | Status: Completed
Hm, did I ever give an OOC warning for this? Well, there is...really....no, I mean it.
Shall I Call You Princess?
Part Five
"Tonight," he swallowed hard, hoping Gateau didn't see his nervousness, "tonight I will take what is mine."
Gateau's mind raced in circles, confused, excited, fearful. He missed the sound as the dagger was tossed to the floor. His attention was diverted yet again as Marron's hand made a slow and obvious descent to the snap of his own pants. With a flick of his wrist, the fastening was undone. The zipper followed in short order.
Marron wasn't wearing any underwear, a thought, no matter the circumstance, that to Gateau was incredibly sexy. The confusion subsided as the blond attention was focused at once on a very sultry looking mage as he pushed the vinyl pants down around his hips, revealing a the pale treasure that contrasted sharply with the dark outfit.
His eyes were closed and he licked his lips, once, as he stroked his cock. He was blushing! That boded well for Gateau, for a true dominatrix would never allow a flush that was not of desire. Marron's next action gave the brief thought of relief a quick burial. Opened, his eyes were hard as steel and not without purpose.
Marron's left hand pressed against Gateau's chest, warm, almost hot. The touch was strange and Gateau was now quick to notice. He lifted his head to watch as Marron got to his knees, scooting closed, the vinyl of the pants catching the sensitive skin just under his arms. The hand moved again once Marron found his balance, cupping Gateau's cheek.
A deep breath, Gateau watched the mage's abdomen rise and fall, thinking. The blond had one idea, but discarded it, Marron would never do that, Gateau had tried, it was just--of corse, Marron would never dress in leather and chain him to a bed either.
"Gateau-chan," a whisper.
"Uh," it was hard to articulate with Marron's member so close to his face and his own denied hardness straining just out of sight.
"I want to help you out of this mess you've gotten yourself into Gateau-chan."
It didn't sound the least sincere, but Gateau was a little too far gone to care about sincerity.
"Please."
"Yes, but I need you to help me first," the hand on his cock moved it forward, towards Gateau's lips.
"What," he asked, a smirk returning to his dry lips. He could handle this, if a good blowjob was the only thing his lover wanted, that was fine. But after all of his trouble, Gateau was determined to take away at least one good memory. Marron was gonna have to say it. "What do you want, master."
That should do it. Play the game, get it over with, an easy end.
There was a pause, a slight hesitation that might have ended the whole charade if that infernal bit of pride hadn't once again surged to the surface. Marron grabbed Gateau's hair in a tight fist, ignoring the grunt of pain. He scooted forward, offering Gateau another chance to do it on his own. When the blond refused he fell perfectly into Gateau own quickly laid trap of personal satisfaction.
"Suck it," he gritted out, denying the color on his pale cheeks.
"What, master?" oh yes, he would have it all. No one whipped Gateau Mocha without paying retribution. Marron was just lucky he was so god damned beautiful or there would have been real trouble.
The hand in his hair tightened, but the satisfaction was all he had wanted it to be as Marron said:
"Suck my dick, Gateau-chan."
Gateau took to the task with relish as Marron released his hair to grab onto the headboard. The angle was awkward, Gateau thought, with his arms bound above his head, but he did his best as he bobbed his head against Marron's crotch, getting choked only once as the mage shifted without warming.
About to apologize, Marron caught himself. He withdrew slowly, watching the shining strand of saliva that connected him for just a moment more to Gateau's lips. He swallowed heavily. His cock was now completely hard and demanding satisfaction. His hand went to it briefly while he watched Gateau watching him, but the touch was halted, hand slipping to his pocket instead to retrieve a small silver key.
Blue eyes widened in excitement, but Marron was not having it.
"Not so fast, Gateau-chan. That was...good, but you're not finished yet."
"H-huh?"
"I will have my satisfaction."
While Gateau pondered the thought, Marron turned to release the bonds on his feet. He issued a warning glare to Gateau as he sat down heavily on the blonde's chest.
"Can I trust you?" he spoke quietly, forcing concentration.
Gateau managed to nod.
"I'm not releasing you, Gateau-chan, just rearranging things. If you try anything," he plucked an ofuda from his shirt. Gateau nodded again; he knew what that meant. It occurred to him once again that he could have broken the cuffs in the beginning, but it was the metal in Marron's eyes that made him stay. "Yes?"
"Yes...master."
There was no smile now. The key clicked in the lock. Gateau was shifted, mostly under his own force with Marron's hands guiding. He felt the ofuda trail along his thigh as he clamored to his knees. His hands were now latched to the same post, arms crossed just above the wrists. He stared at the bed covers, being now in a crawling position with his muscular legs beneath it. It bothered him to be in such a position, one because he could not see, and two because he had seen Marron that way so many time just before...
Well, this certainly sucked, Gateau concluded. But before he could expound on the thought, or convince Marron to abandon his plan, a smooth hand took hold of his throbbing erection. Marron leaned close behind him, the vinyl pants sticking to his skin as the dark haired man reached between his legs. Marron's touches were sure, running from base to tip several times before his thumb brushed across the sensitive head, drawing a gasp from Gateau as his head fell forward. Opening his eyes, he watched Marron's hand as it still, squeezing him almost threateningly before letting go.
"Please..." Gateau asked. Each touch was fire on his skin, and the absence of it only made him want for more. He needed to come, no matter what the method.
"Quiet," Marron ordered. Backing up, he slid his hands over the tight muscles of Gateau's butt. He made a sound that was appreciative. "You're quite well formed, Gateau-chan. All that flexing, I suppose."
Gateau grunted.
Pulling the cheeks apart with his hands, Marron leaned forward to trace the crack between with his tongue. Gateau tried to shift forward, but the bedpost blocked him and Marron's grip was firm. The boy's wet tongue pressed into him, easing past the tight ring of muscle to invade his inside. The feeling was strange; he felt himself stretching, felt Marron's warm breath on his skin, felt his arousal pulsing beneath him. It all seemed like too much, and for a moment he thought he would explode, then Marron withdrew.
"Did you like that Gateau?" he questioned.
The answer was an uninterruptible moan. He decided it would do. Reaching once more to the table, he plucked from its surface a tube of lubricant. Blue eyes looked to the side to follow it as long as possible before falling back to the rumpled bed sheets. There was some shuffling behind him, the flip of a cap, and the almost imperceptible sound of lubricant coming from the tube. Gateau heard it, clearly; it made his breath catch. This was really going to happen. Marron was going to fuck him.
"Marron. . . "
The tip of the boy's erection, slick with lubricant, pressed against him.
"Shhh," the mage soothed. One of his hands rested on Gateau's back for balance as the other guided his member to Gateau's opening. Leaning forward, he entered the larger man in one smooth thrust. Gateau made no sound beneath him, made no movement. Marron waited, but nothing proceeded, no hint that everything was well.
"Gateau?" When he received no answer, Marron worried. He did not know exactly what he was doing. Had it been too quick? Had he hurt the other too much? It was a bad idea . . . it was all such a bad idea. How could he have–
"It's not so bad," the blond said finally. Shifting a little, he widened his knees and pressed back against Marron. He could feel the other tense behind him and the little tremors running through him. "Marron. . . "
No, he had come too far. He wasn't going to let him have control. Not yet.
"That's Master, Gateau-chan," he smiled, leaning over the big man's back to grab the back of his hair and pull hard enough to hurt. Gateau twisted his neck as far as he could, managing only one glimpse of the tight look of determination before Marron began to thrust inside of him. It was an odd sensation of fulfillment and emptiness, alternating in supreme intensities. The soft, quick sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room with Gateau's pants.
With a small shift in position, Marron hit a spot within Gateau that sent a spray of color through his vision and brought a shout to his lips. Marron plunged into him with renewed vigor, nails biting into the flesh of his sides as he concentrated on hitting the spot again and again.
"Oh god, please," Gateau rested his head on his outstretched arms. Marron did his best comply. Increasing his pace, he reached around the blonde's hips to grasp at his large erection, stroking it somewhat awkwardly until his hand fell into time with his thrusts. Gateau joined the motions, his small backward pressed. He leaned into Marron, not away. Them mage was in control.
"Gateau," Marron panted.
"Yes, yes, yes," were the only words he could even think.
"Forgive me! Ah!" he thrust deeply once more into Gateau as he came inside him, a final possession. Even as the light overtook his senses he heard his lover cry in relief, member pulsing in his grasp as long strands of white fell onto the coverlet.
Eventually he remembered to breath, and time resumed for both of them as they slipped back into the universe of reality. For a minute Marron rested on Gateau back, but it was not comfortable. Carefully, he withdrew, unsticking the vinyl from the blonde's sticky skin and pulling away. Gateau did not hug him, did not touch him, did not lay down with him. It felt empty.
Marron slipped from the bed. He drew the little key from his pocket and released the cuffs. Gateau sat back on his knees and rubbed his wrists. They didn’t look at each other. Marron moved around the room, removing his clothes, taking his hair down. Gateau pushed the coverlet to the foot of the bed, moving around until he had pulled the blankets back and gotten underneath.
When Marron eventually came to him, it was with the bed between them. He stood naked before Gateau, looking vulnerable, a strange contrast from what had come before. There was a pause.
“Well come on,” Gateau flipped back the blankets in invitation and Marron slipped between them. They lay stiffly side be side until Gateau sat up to run a hand down Marron’s face. “Soft,” he seemed to wonder.
“Hm?”
“Nothing. Marron, what just–”
“I shouldn’t have.”
“No, no. I understand, I really do.” But he did not sound happy.
“You’re angry.” He sat up and turned away.
“Hell yes, Marron! I mean, you tied me to bed for god’s sake! Fuck! Couldn’t you just have sat me down and talked to me?”
“I tried.” He went to stand, to walk away and find somewhere else to sleep for a while. Really, he thought, he should have expected this. He swallowed hard, but before he could move, a strong arm caught him around the waist and dragged him, somewhat awkwardly, back into bed. They settled into their normal position, Gateau on his back and Marron half across him. He could hear Gateau’s heart beating.
“I suppose it was kinda sexy.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, but next time I get to hold the whip.”
END
Author's notes: Ta-da! See, the Miko does keep her word to finish things, even if it does take years. I'm working on rounding up a few more of the loose ends of stories, including Snow Angel Imperfect and Gentle. See, reviews do work!
Please review for more seme Marron.
Shall I Call You Princess?
Part Five
"Tonight," he swallowed hard, hoping Gateau didn't see his nervousness, "tonight I will take what is mine."
Gateau's mind raced in circles, confused, excited, fearful. He missed the sound as the dagger was tossed to the floor. His attention was diverted yet again as Marron's hand made a slow and obvious descent to the snap of his own pants. With a flick of his wrist, the fastening was undone. The zipper followed in short order.
Marron wasn't wearing any underwear, a thought, no matter the circumstance, that to Gateau was incredibly sexy. The confusion subsided as the blond attention was focused at once on a very sultry looking mage as he pushed the vinyl pants down around his hips, revealing a the pale treasure that contrasted sharply with the dark outfit.
His eyes were closed and he licked his lips, once, as he stroked his cock. He was blushing! That boded well for Gateau, for a true dominatrix would never allow a flush that was not of desire. Marron's next action gave the brief thought of relief a quick burial. Opened, his eyes were hard as steel and not without purpose.
Marron's left hand pressed against Gateau's chest, warm, almost hot. The touch was strange and Gateau was now quick to notice. He lifted his head to watch as Marron got to his knees, scooting closed, the vinyl of the pants catching the sensitive skin just under his arms. The hand moved again once Marron found his balance, cupping Gateau's cheek.
A deep breath, Gateau watched the mage's abdomen rise and fall, thinking. The blond had one idea, but discarded it, Marron would never do that, Gateau had tried, it was just--of corse, Marron would never dress in leather and chain him to a bed either.
"Gateau-chan," a whisper.
"Uh," it was hard to articulate with Marron's member so close to his face and his own denied hardness straining just out of sight.
"I want to help you out of this mess you've gotten yourself into Gateau-chan."
It didn't sound the least sincere, but Gateau was a little too far gone to care about sincerity.
"Please."
"Yes, but I need you to help me first," the hand on his cock moved it forward, towards Gateau's lips.
"What," he asked, a smirk returning to his dry lips. He could handle this, if a good blowjob was the only thing his lover wanted, that was fine. But after all of his trouble, Gateau was determined to take away at least one good memory. Marron was gonna have to say it. "What do you want, master."
That should do it. Play the game, get it over with, an easy end.
There was a pause, a slight hesitation that might have ended the whole charade if that infernal bit of pride hadn't once again surged to the surface. Marron grabbed Gateau's hair in a tight fist, ignoring the grunt of pain. He scooted forward, offering Gateau another chance to do it on his own. When the blond refused he fell perfectly into Gateau own quickly laid trap of personal satisfaction.
"Suck it," he gritted out, denying the color on his pale cheeks.
"What, master?" oh yes, he would have it all. No one whipped Gateau Mocha without paying retribution. Marron was just lucky he was so god damned beautiful or there would have been real trouble.
The hand in his hair tightened, but the satisfaction was all he had wanted it to be as Marron said:
"Suck my dick, Gateau-chan."
Gateau took to the task with relish as Marron released his hair to grab onto the headboard. The angle was awkward, Gateau thought, with his arms bound above his head, but he did his best as he bobbed his head against Marron's crotch, getting choked only once as the mage shifted without warming.
About to apologize, Marron caught himself. He withdrew slowly, watching the shining strand of saliva that connected him for just a moment more to Gateau's lips. He swallowed heavily. His cock was now completely hard and demanding satisfaction. His hand went to it briefly while he watched Gateau watching him, but the touch was halted, hand slipping to his pocket instead to retrieve a small silver key.
Blue eyes widened in excitement, but Marron was not having it.
"Not so fast, Gateau-chan. That was...good, but you're not finished yet."
"H-huh?"
"I will have my satisfaction."
While Gateau pondered the thought, Marron turned to release the bonds on his feet. He issued a warning glare to Gateau as he sat down heavily on the blonde's chest.
"Can I trust you?" he spoke quietly, forcing concentration.
Gateau managed to nod.
"I'm not releasing you, Gateau-chan, just rearranging things. If you try anything," he plucked an ofuda from his shirt. Gateau nodded again; he knew what that meant. It occurred to him once again that he could have broken the cuffs in the beginning, but it was the metal in Marron's eyes that made him stay. "Yes?"
"Yes...master."
There was no smile now. The key clicked in the lock. Gateau was shifted, mostly under his own force with Marron's hands guiding. He felt the ofuda trail along his thigh as he clamored to his knees. His hands were now latched to the same post, arms crossed just above the wrists. He stared at the bed covers, being now in a crawling position with his muscular legs beneath it. It bothered him to be in such a position, one because he could not see, and two because he had seen Marron that way so many time just before...
Well, this certainly sucked, Gateau concluded. But before he could expound on the thought, or convince Marron to abandon his plan, a smooth hand took hold of his throbbing erection. Marron leaned close behind him, the vinyl pants sticking to his skin as the dark haired man reached between his legs. Marron's touches were sure, running from base to tip several times before his thumb brushed across the sensitive head, drawing a gasp from Gateau as his head fell forward. Opening his eyes, he watched Marron's hand as it still, squeezing him almost threateningly before letting go.
"Please..." Gateau asked. Each touch was fire on his skin, and the absence of it only made him want for more. He needed to come, no matter what the method.
"Quiet," Marron ordered. Backing up, he slid his hands over the tight muscles of Gateau's butt. He made a sound that was appreciative. "You're quite well formed, Gateau-chan. All that flexing, I suppose."
Gateau grunted.
Pulling the cheeks apart with his hands, Marron leaned forward to trace the crack between with his tongue. Gateau tried to shift forward, but the bedpost blocked him and Marron's grip was firm. The boy's wet tongue pressed into him, easing past the tight ring of muscle to invade his inside. The feeling was strange; he felt himself stretching, felt Marron's warm breath on his skin, felt his arousal pulsing beneath him. It all seemed like too much, and for a moment he thought he would explode, then Marron withdrew.
"Did you like that Gateau?" he questioned.
The answer was an uninterruptible moan. He decided it would do. Reaching once more to the table, he plucked from its surface a tube of lubricant. Blue eyes looked to the side to follow it as long as possible before falling back to the rumpled bed sheets. There was some shuffling behind him, the flip of a cap, and the almost imperceptible sound of lubricant coming from the tube. Gateau heard it, clearly; it made his breath catch. This was really going to happen. Marron was going to fuck him.
"Marron. . . "
The tip of the boy's erection, slick with lubricant, pressed against him.
"Shhh," the mage soothed. One of his hands rested on Gateau's back for balance as the other guided his member to Gateau's opening. Leaning forward, he entered the larger man in one smooth thrust. Gateau made no sound beneath him, made no movement. Marron waited, but nothing proceeded, no hint that everything was well.
"Gateau?" When he received no answer, Marron worried. He did not know exactly what he was doing. Had it been too quick? Had he hurt the other too much? It was a bad idea . . . it was all such a bad idea. How could he have–
"It's not so bad," the blond said finally. Shifting a little, he widened his knees and pressed back against Marron. He could feel the other tense behind him and the little tremors running through him. "Marron. . . "
No, he had come too far. He wasn't going to let him have control. Not yet.
"That's Master, Gateau-chan," he smiled, leaning over the big man's back to grab the back of his hair and pull hard enough to hurt. Gateau twisted his neck as far as he could, managing only one glimpse of the tight look of determination before Marron began to thrust inside of him. It was an odd sensation of fulfillment and emptiness, alternating in supreme intensities. The soft, quick sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room with Gateau's pants.
With a small shift in position, Marron hit a spot within Gateau that sent a spray of color through his vision and brought a shout to his lips. Marron plunged into him with renewed vigor, nails biting into the flesh of his sides as he concentrated on hitting the spot again and again.
"Oh god, please," Gateau rested his head on his outstretched arms. Marron did his best comply. Increasing his pace, he reached around the blonde's hips to grasp at his large erection, stroking it somewhat awkwardly until his hand fell into time with his thrusts. Gateau joined the motions, his small backward pressed. He leaned into Marron, not away. Them mage was in control.
"Gateau," Marron panted.
"Yes, yes, yes," were the only words he could even think.
"Forgive me! Ah!" he thrust deeply once more into Gateau as he came inside him, a final possession. Even as the light overtook his senses he heard his lover cry in relief, member pulsing in his grasp as long strands of white fell onto the coverlet.
Eventually he remembered to breath, and time resumed for both of them as they slipped back into the universe of reality. For a minute Marron rested on Gateau back, but it was not comfortable. Carefully, he withdrew, unsticking the vinyl from the blonde's sticky skin and pulling away. Gateau did not hug him, did not touch him, did not lay down with him. It felt empty.
Marron slipped from the bed. He drew the little key from his pocket and released the cuffs. Gateau sat back on his knees and rubbed his wrists. They didn’t look at each other. Marron moved around the room, removing his clothes, taking his hair down. Gateau pushed the coverlet to the foot of the bed, moving around until he had pulled the blankets back and gotten underneath.
When Marron eventually came to him, it was with the bed between them. He stood naked before Gateau, looking vulnerable, a strange contrast from what had come before. There was a pause.
“Well come on,” Gateau flipped back the blankets in invitation and Marron slipped between them. They lay stiffly side be side until Gateau sat up to run a hand down Marron’s face. “Soft,” he seemed to wonder.
“Hm?”
“Nothing. Marron, what just–”
“I shouldn’t have.”
“No, no. I understand, I really do.” But he did not sound happy.
“You’re angry.” He sat up and turned away.
“Hell yes, Marron! I mean, you tied me to bed for god’s sake! Fuck! Couldn’t you just have sat me down and talked to me?”
“I tried.” He went to stand, to walk away and find somewhere else to sleep for a while. Really, he thought, he should have expected this. He swallowed hard, but before he could move, a strong arm caught him around the waist and dragged him, somewhat awkwardly, back into bed. They settled into their normal position, Gateau on his back and Marron half across him. He could hear Gateau’s heart beating.
“I suppose it was kinda sexy.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, but next time I get to hold the whip.”
END
Author's notes: Ta-da! See, the Miko does keep her word to finish things, even if it does take years. I'm working on rounding up a few more of the loose ends of stories, including Snow Angel Imperfect and Gentle. See, reviews do work!
Please review for more seme Marron.