Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Shall I Call You Princess? ❯ You Have no Choice in the Matter ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Miko No Hoshi 
Revisions made 4/27/03. The dagger reappears.
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.11.2003 | Updated On: 05.16.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 501 | Status: Work In Progress
Revisions made 4/27/03. The dagger reappears.
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.11.2003 | Updated On: 05.16.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 501 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: Gateau and Marron are not mine, but the sadistic swayings herein are...not that I’m sadistic...I just like to see people in pa-- happy places, yeah, that’s it. I didn’t kill the Carebears! Don’t look at me that way! You can’t prove anything!
Oooh, look, I’m back! And after that lovely disclaimer I bet you’re all regretting it. I must apologize for my time away, you see, I happened upon some actual human companionship and while a sated state of mind is good for such things as school work and physics, it does not bode well for kinky fanfiction. Anyhow, I’m back...let’s not get into the reasons....
Revisions: A few, I didn't like a few parts so I changed them.
Shall I Call You Princess?
Part Three
"Then you need to learn how to do it properly, Gateau-chan. That was strike two. I thought I told you, tonight you call me master."
"But Mar--," a fierce glare and raised hand stopped his words and morphed them into something acceptable, "Master. I.... I need you, please." Humiliation brought a rare blush to his cheeks, but the throbbing organ between his legs demanded that he play whatever game was needed to provide for its relief.
"You think," Marron frowned, "that just because you asked I will let you have me? After what you've done?"
Gateau closed his eyes. A single bead of pre-cum ran down the length of his rock hard shaft to rest on his heated skin. Marron was in no way unaware of his predicament as his eyes followed its slow descent. With undisguised teasing, he gathered the small drop of liquid onto his finger. Gateau's eyes snapped open, hopeful light gleaming out at the touch, only to see Marron's finger slip into his mouth. Savoring the familiar salty taste he usually found in Gateau's mouth, the same but different.
Thinking a moment of his lover's common habits, Marron took a step towards the head of the bed. Placing his hand on Gateau's heated cheek, he brought his mouth to the other man's. Gateau pulled back, not wanting to partake in the inverse of his own ritual of dominance. Marron would have none of it. Grasping Gateau's face in both hands tightly, he pressed in tight, feeling the blond pull back against the pillow. Pushing one finger roughly between Gateau's teeth, he forced his mouth open enough to shove his tongue inside.
Gateau cringed, before realizing there was nothing strange besides the pressure applied at the side of his mouth and a bare salty twinge to Marron's tongue. Relaxing into the kiss, he felt Marron's hand leave his mouth to run a wet trail over his cheek. Perhaps the ordeal was over, if he could woo his passionate lover into losing his cool, he would be free in no time. Touching his tongue to Marron's he wrestled it for a moment before dominating it with his own. Wishing his hands were free to roam and aid his persuasion, Gateau pressed even further in, straining his neck to lift his head from the pillow. Marron choked back a moan; suddenly he jerked his head back.
"No. Certainly not Gateau, not tonight," he scolded, removing his hands.
Gateau sighed, aware of how close he had been. Marron had forgotten to add the -chan to his name, so very close. Maybe there was still a chance, "Come on Marron, you know you want to. Just get rid of these cuffs and--"
The hand landed across his face before he could complete his sentence. "You are in /no/ position to tell me what to do. Those cuffs will stay on until I am done with you."
"Done?" Well, that didn't sound do bad. The thought of a half-dressed mage straddling his hips and 'finishing' things made Gateau's member twitch in anticipation.
"Don't look so pleased, Gateau-chan," Marron's expression had returned to its most stoic form. "If you recall, that was strike three."
Shit, shit, shit. The curse took up repeating in his head. Gold eyes watched him coldly before Marron turned away. He took three slow steps through the dimly lit room, towards the door. Would the dark haired boy leave him there, so hard and very alone? God, he had to do something.
"Stop, please! Don't...don't leave me," his voice sounded desperate in his own ears and for a moment he hated himself for it. Hate was soon swallowed by something else, something worse, as Marron turned back around and it became perfectly clear that the mage had no intention of leaving prematurely. Held securely in his right hand was a large black whip; he twirled the other end with his fingers, relishing the rough feel of the leather.
Gateau paled visibly. His mouth went dry and he closed his eyes, unable to bear the thought of pain or the inexplicable desire that coursed anew through his body. It occurred to him perhaps that this little incident was exposing too many hints of sadism buried within his lover, and perhaps something else within himself. Gateau did not like to consider the connotations of such revelations and very much doubted that indulging in bouts of masochism could be good for a relationship.
Marron walked slowly back to the bed, tight pants shifting around his delicate lower frame. A gentle hand brushed back Gateau's sweat soaked hair. Blue eyes slowly opened and met gold ones that held what Gateau thought might be regret.
Marron raised his hand high, the whip falling to coil about his arm like some ready black snake. There was a hesitation, then it struck. The line of pain burned across his abdomen as the sharp strike of the whip made him cringe. The sound that escaped his lips was a sound of pure surprise, an animal like gasp.
The whip cracked again, cross the first line near Gateau's navel and running up across his chest. One more time it hit, snapping loudly in the room, just a moment before Gateau's cry. The sound seemed to echo, if not in the room than in his own mind. Gateau braced himself, trying to sink into the mattress, trying not scream, trying to be ready.
But there was silence. Gateau opened his clenched eyes to see Marron standing above him, whip loose in his hand. Something was wrong, very, very wrong, and hell if the blond could figure out what was going on. Marron swallowed hard, his own eyes shut tight.
"Marron?"
The whip fell to the floor with a dull thud. Gateau thought he saw a tear slide down Marron's cheek, but in the flickering light, he couldn't be sure. If it had been there, it was gone when Marron blinked. A soft hand ran over the long red gash. Marron's lips pressed together into a thin line, trying to hold back the apology that rested in his thoughts.
"Its over now, right Beautiful? Come on, let me go," even as cuffs bit at his wrist, Gateau felt the distinct urge to comfort the other in whatever way he could. They needed to work this out, somehow. Marron shook his head, rather sadly Gateau thought. Leaning forward, he kissed one of the marks, just one, before pulling back.
"I can't let you go, not until we've finished this." The sadness was gone, the regretful boy replaced once again by the Sorcerer Hunter. Marron took a deep breath, envying for a moment the ease with which Tira and Chocolate pulled off the persona he had tried so hard to mimick. But this was no time for debate; he had something he needed to accomplish. His earlier mistake could not be repeated; love was no excuse for weakness. "I think, Gateau-chan," he said, placing his gloved hand upon the older man's cock, "that you are prepared enough, don't you?"
Gateau nodded with a the most vigor he could manage, which was in reality a small movement indeed. His arms ached at being pinned in an upward slant, and his legs from being pulled apart in a manner unnatural; his nipples tingled from the earlier assault and played a counter sensation to the new burning threads lacing across his chest. He needed, needed badly to have that lithe body under his own. The torture had been enough; surely its goal to make him recognize his none to casual necessity for Marron had been accomplished.
All thoughts of release were instantly banished by Marron's next move. Delicate fingers reached to the nightstand. The dagger was lifted, sheath falling away to reveal the glimmering blade that flickered in the reflected glow of the candles. Then Marron asked the question, his voice low, serious, and demanding.
"How much do you love me?"
~tbc~
Notes: Still not complete, but getting there! I think the next chapter will be the last, and several of you have guessed at what’s going to happen there, and I must say, you might be right. Please review.
Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No Hoshi
Oooh, look, I’m back! And after that lovely disclaimer I bet you’re all regretting it. I must apologize for my time away, you see, I happened upon some actual human companionship and while a sated state of mind is good for such things as school work and physics, it does not bode well for kinky fanfiction. Anyhow, I’m back...let’s not get into the reasons....
Revisions: A few, I didn't like a few parts so I changed them.
Shall I Call You Princess?
Part Three
"Then you need to learn how to do it properly, Gateau-chan. That was strike two. I thought I told you, tonight you call me master."
"But Mar--," a fierce glare and raised hand stopped his words and morphed them into something acceptable, "Master. I.... I need you, please." Humiliation brought a rare blush to his cheeks, but the throbbing organ between his legs demanded that he play whatever game was needed to provide for its relief.
"You think," Marron frowned, "that just because you asked I will let you have me? After what you've done?"
Gateau closed his eyes. A single bead of pre-cum ran down the length of his rock hard shaft to rest on his heated skin. Marron was in no way unaware of his predicament as his eyes followed its slow descent. With undisguised teasing, he gathered the small drop of liquid onto his finger. Gateau's eyes snapped open, hopeful light gleaming out at the touch, only to see Marron's finger slip into his mouth. Savoring the familiar salty taste he usually found in Gateau's mouth, the same but different.
Thinking a moment of his lover's common habits, Marron took a step towards the head of the bed. Placing his hand on Gateau's heated cheek, he brought his mouth to the other man's. Gateau pulled back, not wanting to partake in the inverse of his own ritual of dominance. Marron would have none of it. Grasping Gateau's face in both hands tightly, he pressed in tight, feeling the blond pull back against the pillow. Pushing one finger roughly between Gateau's teeth, he forced his mouth open enough to shove his tongue inside.
Gateau cringed, before realizing there was nothing strange besides the pressure applied at the side of his mouth and a bare salty twinge to Marron's tongue. Relaxing into the kiss, he felt Marron's hand leave his mouth to run a wet trail over his cheek. Perhaps the ordeal was over, if he could woo his passionate lover into losing his cool, he would be free in no time. Touching his tongue to Marron's he wrestled it for a moment before dominating it with his own. Wishing his hands were free to roam and aid his persuasion, Gateau pressed even further in, straining his neck to lift his head from the pillow. Marron choked back a moan; suddenly he jerked his head back.
"No. Certainly not Gateau, not tonight," he scolded, removing his hands.
Gateau sighed, aware of how close he had been. Marron had forgotten to add the -chan to his name, so very close. Maybe there was still a chance, "Come on Marron, you know you want to. Just get rid of these cuffs and--"
The hand landed across his face before he could complete his sentence. "You are in /no/ position to tell me what to do. Those cuffs will stay on until I am done with you."
"Done?" Well, that didn't sound do bad. The thought of a half-dressed mage straddling his hips and 'finishing' things made Gateau's member twitch in anticipation.
"Don't look so pleased, Gateau-chan," Marron's expression had returned to its most stoic form. "If you recall, that was strike three."
Shit, shit, shit. The curse took up repeating in his head. Gold eyes watched him coldly before Marron turned away. He took three slow steps through the dimly lit room, towards the door. Would the dark haired boy leave him there, so hard and very alone? God, he had to do something.
"Stop, please! Don't...don't leave me," his voice sounded desperate in his own ears and for a moment he hated himself for it. Hate was soon swallowed by something else, something worse, as Marron turned back around and it became perfectly clear that the mage had no intention of leaving prematurely. Held securely in his right hand was a large black whip; he twirled the other end with his fingers, relishing the rough feel of the leather.
Gateau paled visibly. His mouth went dry and he closed his eyes, unable to bear the thought of pain or the inexplicable desire that coursed anew through his body. It occurred to him perhaps that this little incident was exposing too many hints of sadism buried within his lover, and perhaps something else within himself. Gateau did not like to consider the connotations of such revelations and very much doubted that indulging in bouts of masochism could be good for a relationship.
Marron walked slowly back to the bed, tight pants shifting around his delicate lower frame. A gentle hand brushed back Gateau's sweat soaked hair. Blue eyes slowly opened and met gold ones that held what Gateau thought might be regret.
Marron raised his hand high, the whip falling to coil about his arm like some ready black snake. There was a hesitation, then it struck. The line of pain burned across his abdomen as the sharp strike of the whip made him cringe. The sound that escaped his lips was a sound of pure surprise, an animal like gasp.
The whip cracked again, cross the first line near Gateau's navel and running up across his chest. One more time it hit, snapping loudly in the room, just a moment before Gateau's cry. The sound seemed to echo, if not in the room than in his own mind. Gateau braced himself, trying to sink into the mattress, trying not scream, trying to be ready.
But there was silence. Gateau opened his clenched eyes to see Marron standing above him, whip loose in his hand. Something was wrong, very, very wrong, and hell if the blond could figure out what was going on. Marron swallowed hard, his own eyes shut tight.
"Marron?"
The whip fell to the floor with a dull thud. Gateau thought he saw a tear slide down Marron's cheek, but in the flickering light, he couldn't be sure. If it had been there, it was gone when Marron blinked. A soft hand ran over the long red gash. Marron's lips pressed together into a thin line, trying to hold back the apology that rested in his thoughts.
"Its over now, right Beautiful? Come on, let me go," even as cuffs bit at his wrist, Gateau felt the distinct urge to comfort the other in whatever way he could. They needed to work this out, somehow. Marron shook his head, rather sadly Gateau thought. Leaning forward, he kissed one of the marks, just one, before pulling back.
"I can't let you go, not until we've finished this." The sadness was gone, the regretful boy replaced once again by the Sorcerer Hunter. Marron took a deep breath, envying for a moment the ease with which Tira and Chocolate pulled off the persona he had tried so hard to mimick. But this was no time for debate; he had something he needed to accomplish. His earlier mistake could not be repeated; love was no excuse for weakness. "I think, Gateau-chan," he said, placing his gloved hand upon the older man's cock, "that you are prepared enough, don't you?"
Gateau nodded with a the most vigor he could manage, which was in reality a small movement indeed. His arms ached at being pinned in an upward slant, and his legs from being pulled apart in a manner unnatural; his nipples tingled from the earlier assault and played a counter sensation to the new burning threads lacing across his chest. He needed, needed badly to have that lithe body under his own. The torture had been enough; surely its goal to make him recognize his none to casual necessity for Marron had been accomplished.
All thoughts of release were instantly banished by Marron's next move. Delicate fingers reached to the nightstand. The dagger was lifted, sheath falling away to reveal the glimmering blade that flickered in the reflected glow of the candles. Then Marron asked the question, his voice low, serious, and demanding.
"How much do you love me?"
~tbc~
Notes: Still not complete, but getting there! I think the next chapter will be the last, and several of you have guessed at what’s going to happen there, and I must say, you might be right. Please review.
Her Supreme Omni-potence,
Miko No Hoshi