Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Shall I Call You Princess? ❯ Tonight You Are My Slave ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
Gateau shouldn't tease Marron, it will only lead to trouble.
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.17.2002 | Updated On: 05.16.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 939 | Status: Work In Progress
Gateau shouldn't tease Marron, it will only lead to trouble.
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.17.2002 | Updated On: 05.16.2005 | Pages: 2 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 939 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Gateau and Marron are not mine, but all the kinky toys are {notices her mother is looking over her shoulder} uh...are the property of some sick and demented person that just have my name written on them for no apparent reason whatsoever.
Shall I Call You Princess?
"So, you don't think I can be dominating?"
"Face it Marron, you'd have better luck as a drag queen."
"I can so."
"You can not."
"Don't laugh at me."
"Well, you must admit, the thought of you on top is funny."
"I don't see why."'
"Just lay back and let me do the work."
"No."
"No?"
"I'm going to sleep."
"But...but..."
"Goodnight Gateau."
"But Marron!"
~*~
That was what started it. One thoughtless conversation. Gateau had been naked, horny, and very, very thoughtless. For the next week he lived as a monk; Marron wouldn't even touch him.
"Please."
"Are you begging?"
"Of course not! I'm just askin'."
"Well then, goodnight."
"Damn it!"
~*~
Marron did not like being laughed at. It might have been memories from childhood, or perhaps it was just an innate sense of pride, but he didn't like it. Gateau would not laugh at him again. Looking up at the tacky neon sign situated on one of the many dilapidated brick buildings that filled the seedy part of downtown, he took a determined breath and walked inside.
~*~
Setting the bags down on his bed, Marron began to sort the items, planning the best he could. More than once he felt himself blush at what he had bought. He had three hours before Gateau arrived, just enough time, he hoped.
Slipping out of his robes, he dressed for the night ahead.
~*~
Walking into the bedroom, Gateau sighed heavily. Marron was nowhere to be found and even if the blond did manage to locate him, there was very little likelihood at getting any relief to his current problem. Cursing his hormones and the man who denied their satisfaction, he never saw the ofuda that landed squarely on his back, putting him to sleep for a good part of the next hour.
After considerable tugging and a moment's worry that the large hunter had seriously been injured, Marron maneuvered him into their bed. The plan was proceeding perfectly, but this, of corse, was the easy part.
~*~
His head seemed to be stuffed with gray fuzz and as it slowly cleared, Gateau became aware of several interesting bits of information. It was dark; the room lit only by an elaborate candelabra in the left hand corner. He was naked; not a disturbing fact considering he spent most nights that way. His hands were bound over his head; he had no idea why and he did not like it at all.
Tugging at the metal rings encircling his wrists, he found them secured to the brass frame of the bed. That could be easily remedied. Readying himself for one massive yank, he was interrupted by a sharp voice originating from one of the dark corners.
"Don't you dare."
"Marron?"
"Break those cuffs and you'll be celibate for a month."
Gateau's mind had little time to process the statement because when Marron stepped into the light, it was much too busy processing him. Again the oddities registered in Gateau's mind as a string of disconnected thoughts.
Knee-high vinyl boots with three big buckles laying parallel at the top. Shiny vinyl pants, tight as sin and leaving nothing to the imagination. Sleeveless, high-necked shirt, also vinyl, tight and short enough to reveal a tempting band of pale stomach under its hem. Gloves of the same material, secured at his wrists by small buckles surely identical to the ones on his shoes. Hair tied up in a high ponytail, black strands falling down about his face and shoulders. In one hand, a deadly looking whip easily identified as Tira’s, in the other, a glass of red wine.
It was enough to drive a man insane even under normal circumstances. Being tied to the bed was not a normal circumstance!
Marron laughed a bit at his predicament, it was a low and somewhat disturbing sound. He approached the bed with several graceful steps. Gateau's eyes widened as Marron tipped the glass and spilled its cool contents onto his chest and stomach. Tossing the glass aside, not even looking as it shattered on the wooden floor, Marron climbed onto the bed to straddle Gateau's legs.
"What the--"
"Shhh!" Marron commanded, applying a harsh smack to Gateau's left thigh. Thinking that this was perhaps his lover's way of making up for the past days, Gateau consented himself to it...at least for the moment.
Placing the whip aside, Marron let his hands fall to the bed. Leaning over Gateau's already semi-hard member and efficiently trapping it against his shirt, he began to lick the wine off of Gateau's stomach with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue.
Gateau shuddered as Marron went to work, first on his flat stomach, dipping playfully into the well of his navel, before moving upward. Shifting his position, Marron let himself fall, rather harshly, purposefully across Gateau's hips. His mouth seemed to be working for a different purpose though as it continued its towards Gateau's nipples. Circling one with it tongue, Marron glanced at Gateau's relaxed state and closed eyes. Oh, that was not what he wanted. With a look of part mischief and part vengefulness, Marron bit the brown nub.
"Shit!" Gateau cried, trying to sit up but hindered by the bonds on his feet and hands.
Marron sat back, bringing up a gloved finger to wag it slowly back and forth. "No no no Gateau-chan. You mustn't be so bad or I'll leave you like this."
"You wouldn't! Marron--"
Marron slapped him hard on the arm.
"What the hell?! Marron--"
And again.
"What's wrong with you?!"
"You must learn to address me properly if you want any relief at all for this," he tenderly patted Gateau's arousal, already rock hard.
"What? Marr--"
Another slap.
"Ow! Stop that!"
Marron raised his hand.
"Okay, okay. What do you want me to call you? Marron-chan?"
A slap.
"Damnit! Glace-san?"
Another.
"Shit! Stop that!"
"Don't tell me what to do," his voice was ice cold, golden eyes glaring at Gateau with the most serious expression Marron could muster.
"Alright, alright. What shall I call you then? Princess?"
That earned him a smack across the cheek hard enough to turn his head.
"Tonight you will call me....master."
~tbc?~
Well, well? Five reviews and I'll continue this! Come on, don't you wanna see Gateau get tortured? We need a good yaoi lemon with the recent flood of Marron/Tira fics here. Oh, why not just post it all at once? Well, my last SH fic got a grand total of 0 reviews...and that just pissed me off....so this is what you get. I see you standing there in antici----pation.
Review damnit!
Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No Hoshi
Shall I Call You Princess?
"So, you don't think I can be dominating?"
"Face it Marron, you'd have better luck as a drag queen."
"I can so."
"You can not."
"Don't laugh at me."
"Well, you must admit, the thought of you on top is funny."
"I don't see why."'
"Just lay back and let me do the work."
"No."
"No?"
"I'm going to sleep."
"But...but..."
"Goodnight Gateau."
"But Marron!"
~*~
That was what started it. One thoughtless conversation. Gateau had been naked, horny, and very, very thoughtless. For the next week he lived as a monk; Marron wouldn't even touch him.
"Please."
"Are you begging?"
"Of course not! I'm just askin'."
"Well then, goodnight."
"Damn it!"
~*~
Marron did not like being laughed at. It might have been memories from childhood, or perhaps it was just an innate sense of pride, but he didn't like it. Gateau would not laugh at him again. Looking up at the tacky neon sign situated on one of the many dilapidated brick buildings that filled the seedy part of downtown, he took a determined breath and walked inside.
~*~
Setting the bags down on his bed, Marron began to sort the items, planning the best he could. More than once he felt himself blush at what he had bought. He had three hours before Gateau arrived, just enough time, he hoped.
Slipping out of his robes, he dressed for the night ahead.
~*~
Walking into the bedroom, Gateau sighed heavily. Marron was nowhere to be found and even if the blond did manage to locate him, there was very little likelihood at getting any relief to his current problem. Cursing his hormones and the man who denied their satisfaction, he never saw the ofuda that landed squarely on his back, putting him to sleep for a good part of the next hour.
After considerable tugging and a moment's worry that the large hunter had seriously been injured, Marron maneuvered him into their bed. The plan was proceeding perfectly, but this, of corse, was the easy part.
~*~
His head seemed to be stuffed with gray fuzz and as it slowly cleared, Gateau became aware of several interesting bits of information. It was dark; the room lit only by an elaborate candelabra in the left hand corner. He was naked; not a disturbing fact considering he spent most nights that way. His hands were bound over his head; he had no idea why and he did not like it at all.
Tugging at the metal rings encircling his wrists, he found them secured to the brass frame of the bed. That could be easily remedied. Readying himself for one massive yank, he was interrupted by a sharp voice originating from one of the dark corners.
"Don't you dare."
"Marron?"
"Break those cuffs and you'll be celibate for a month."
Gateau's mind had little time to process the statement because when Marron stepped into the light, it was much too busy processing him. Again the oddities registered in Gateau's mind as a string of disconnected thoughts.
Knee-high vinyl boots with three big buckles laying parallel at the top. Shiny vinyl pants, tight as sin and leaving nothing to the imagination. Sleeveless, high-necked shirt, also vinyl, tight and short enough to reveal a tempting band of pale stomach under its hem. Gloves of the same material, secured at his wrists by small buckles surely identical to the ones on his shoes. Hair tied up in a high ponytail, black strands falling down about his face and shoulders. In one hand, a deadly looking whip easily identified as Tira’s, in the other, a glass of red wine.
It was enough to drive a man insane even under normal circumstances. Being tied to the bed was not a normal circumstance!
Marron laughed a bit at his predicament, it was a low and somewhat disturbing sound. He approached the bed with several graceful steps. Gateau's eyes widened as Marron tipped the glass and spilled its cool contents onto his chest and stomach. Tossing the glass aside, not even looking as it shattered on the wooden floor, Marron climbed onto the bed to straddle Gateau's legs.
"What the--"
"Shhh!" Marron commanded, applying a harsh smack to Gateau's left thigh. Thinking that this was perhaps his lover's way of making up for the past days, Gateau consented himself to it...at least for the moment.
Placing the whip aside, Marron let his hands fall to the bed. Leaning over Gateau's already semi-hard member and efficiently trapping it against his shirt, he began to lick the wine off of Gateau's stomach with slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue.
Gateau shuddered as Marron went to work, first on his flat stomach, dipping playfully into the well of his navel, before moving upward. Shifting his position, Marron let himself fall, rather harshly, purposefully across Gateau's hips. His mouth seemed to be working for a different purpose though as it continued its towards Gateau's nipples. Circling one with it tongue, Marron glanced at Gateau's relaxed state and closed eyes. Oh, that was not what he wanted. With a look of part mischief and part vengefulness, Marron bit the brown nub.
"Shit!" Gateau cried, trying to sit up but hindered by the bonds on his feet and hands.
Marron sat back, bringing up a gloved finger to wag it slowly back and forth. "No no no Gateau-chan. You mustn't be so bad or I'll leave you like this."
"You wouldn't! Marron--"
Marron slapped him hard on the arm.
"What the hell?! Marron--"
And again.
"What's wrong with you?!"
"You must learn to address me properly if you want any relief at all for this," he tenderly patted Gateau's arousal, already rock hard.
"What? Marr--"
Another slap.
"Ow! Stop that!"
Marron raised his hand.
"Okay, okay. What do you want me to call you? Marron-chan?"
A slap.
"Damnit! Glace-san?"
Another.
"Shit! Stop that!"
"Don't tell me what to do," his voice was ice cold, golden eyes glaring at Gateau with the most serious expression Marron could muster.
"Alright, alright. What shall I call you then? Princess?"
That earned him a smack across the cheek hard enough to turn his head.
"Tonight you will call me....master."
~tbc?~
Well, well? Five reviews and I'll continue this! Come on, don't you wanna see Gateau get tortured? We need a good yaoi lemon with the recent flood of Marron/Tira fics here. Oh, why not just post it all at once? Well, my last SH fic got a grand total of 0 reviews...and that just pissed me off....so this is what you get. I see you standing there in antici----pation.
Review damnit!
Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No Hoshi