Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Strokin' ❯ Strokin' ( One-Shot )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Lemony Chocolate 
Marron learns something new?
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.15.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 873 | Status: Completed
Marron learns something new?
Anime/Manga: Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.15.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.0K | Visits: 873 | Status: Completed
Gateau entered the house, wondering where everyone was, or more importantly, where Marron was. He sighed rapturously, his eyes dreamy, thinking about the wonderful, beautiful Marron. Why, even his name was perfect, MARRON, he thought, drawing out the syllables in his mind. He frowned, the only thing not perfect about Marron was that stupid vegetable he was determined to cling to.
Now determine to find Marron to press his advantage, he started up the stairs to the room Marron and Carrot were sharing. He noticed the door was ajar and was just about to go in when he heard voices and froze at what he was hearing.
"Niisan," Marron said quietly, fear lacing through his voice, "I'm afraid."
Carrot sighed and rolled his eyes, sometimes his brother could be such a baby, "Marron, didn't I promise that it wasn't going to hurt you? Do you honestly think I would do anything that would hurt you? Don't you trust me?" He held his breath, waiting for Marron's reply.
"Yes, I trust you, niisan," Marron said, his voice hitching slightly, still fearful. His eyes locked on his niisan's lap and what layed curled between his legs.
"Good, now give me your hand. Let me show you the proper way to stroke it," Carrot said taking the resisting hand and showing him the right way to slide his hand.
"That's it, gently," Carrot said softly, his eyes on Marron's hand, slowly moving, stroking gently. "That's it, gently and firmly," his words a low murmur, "You're doing it, Marron," he said, getting excited.
"It's getting bigger," Marron said, worried as he felt it stretching, flexing under his stroking palm.
Outside Gateau's eyes had widen in horror, before narrowing furiously, and he calls me the pervert, he thought angrily, continuing to listen. Just in case Marron needed him, he thought hastily to himself.
"Yeah, it was asleep, but it's getting bigger now that you're waking it up," Carrot said, his eyes intent on Marron's hand, watching it move, stroking the firm flesh.
"It's going to hurt me," Marron said, swiftly removing his hand, getting upset at how big it was and the way it was moving under his hand.
"Marron," Carrot wheedled, "You can't stop now, you have to finish it," he said a little impatiently. He grabbed Marron's hand and made him continued his stroking, ignoring the little whimpers Marron made. He knew Marron was uncomfortable doing this and was only going along with it because he was insisting.
Marron finally relaxed, feeling awed at the firm flexing, shifting flesh under his hand. "It's so soft and firm," he said in a hushed voice, continuing his stroking motions. "But at the same time it's hard," he said wonderingly, "And big," his eyes widen. Before it was all curled up and small in his niisan's lap, but look at it now.
"Why didn't you make me do this before," he demanded to his niisan, he loved this, touching and stroking the hard muscular flesh, feeling the flexing movement beneath his hand.
"You weren't ready yet," Carrot said with a smile, looking at the excited ,happy expression on Marron's face.
Gateau nearly moaned, shaking his head at the sheer pervertedness of the Glace brothers.
"Can I touch it," Tira asked eagerly from her position on the floor. She had been watching them for the longest time, she wanted to touch it too.
"Sure," Carrot said with an easy smile, "It's big enough for you both."
Gateau staggered against the wall, Tira's in there with them, he thought in bewilderment. And she's not trying to kill Marron? My god, what a sick bunch, I have for teammates! Scandalize, he continued to listen.
"Oooo, Marron you're right, it is soft, but hard at the same time," Tira said excitedly, her hand continuing the same stroking motions that Marron was using.
He nearly fell to the floor when Chocolate spoke, asking Carrot what did he call it.
"I call it Peter, " Carrot said laughing at the blissful look on their faces as they continued stroking.
Gateau staggered away, horrified by his teammates, totally traumatize. They're a bunch of freaks, he thought outraged. He simply couldn't take it anymore and ran down the stairs and outside.
They looked at each other in puzzlement, "Was that Gateau," Tira said, not pausing in her stroking movement.
Carrot shrugged, not having anything to say.
"Oh well, it must not have been or he would have been in here, flexing at Marron," Chocolate chuckled. Marron smiled, not removing his attention from his stroking hand.
* * *
Later that afternoon, as Gateau came back inside, he saw Chocolate and Tira coming down the stairs, buttoning their blouses and smoothing their mused hair.
As he passed them on his way to the living room, he couldn't help but hiss at them, "You're disgusting," before walking away, leaving two bewildered girls looking at them.
He entered the living room and closed his eyes in horror at the sight of Marron's hand, busy in Carrot's lap.
"Gateau," came Marron's excited voice, "Look at me, I'm doing it!"
Gateau shook his head in despair, the poor boy has lost his mind, the least they could do was keep it in the bedroom and not in the living room, he thought. He frowned curiously, he had never heard Marron sound so excited before though. He cautiously opened his eyes, seeing them watch him in bemusement. He dropped his reluctant gaze to Carrot's lap where Marron's hand was, stroking…..
He fell to the floor, laughing hysterically.
Tira and Chocolate stepped over his laughing, twitching body, watching him warily, as they made their way over to Marron and Carrot.
Tira asked curious, "What's wrong with him?" She was still a little upset over his earlier comment.
Carrot just wearily shook his head, "I always said that the boy had problems," he said, watching the hysterical Gateau, "This just goes to prove it."
"So, Marron do you think you're over your fear of cats now," Carrot asked the engrossed Marron.
"Oh yes, niisan," Marron said with a tiny smile
And the cat lazily opened an eye, unconcerned about the human rolling on the floor, he arched his back, silently demanding more of the delightful stroking.
Happily, they all obliged, ignoring the hysterically laughing Gateau.
Now determine to find Marron to press his advantage, he started up the stairs to the room Marron and Carrot were sharing. He noticed the door was ajar and was just about to go in when he heard voices and froze at what he was hearing.
"Niisan," Marron said quietly, fear lacing through his voice, "I'm afraid."
Carrot sighed and rolled his eyes, sometimes his brother could be such a baby, "Marron, didn't I promise that it wasn't going to hurt you? Do you honestly think I would do anything that would hurt you? Don't you trust me?" He held his breath, waiting for Marron's reply.
"Yes, I trust you, niisan," Marron said, his voice hitching slightly, still fearful. His eyes locked on his niisan's lap and what layed curled between his legs.
"Good, now give me your hand. Let me show you the proper way to stroke it," Carrot said taking the resisting hand and showing him the right way to slide his hand.
"That's it, gently," Carrot said softly, his eyes on Marron's hand, slowly moving, stroking gently. "That's it, gently and firmly," his words a low murmur, "You're doing it, Marron," he said, getting excited.
"It's getting bigger," Marron said, worried as he felt it stretching, flexing under his stroking palm.
Outside Gateau's eyes had widen in horror, before narrowing furiously, and he calls me the pervert, he thought angrily, continuing to listen. Just in case Marron needed him, he thought hastily to himself.
"Yeah, it was asleep, but it's getting bigger now that you're waking it up," Carrot said, his eyes intent on Marron's hand, watching it move, stroking the firm flesh.
"It's going to hurt me," Marron said, swiftly removing his hand, getting upset at how big it was and the way it was moving under his hand.
"Marron," Carrot wheedled, "You can't stop now, you have to finish it," he said a little impatiently. He grabbed Marron's hand and made him continued his stroking, ignoring the little whimpers Marron made. He knew Marron was uncomfortable doing this and was only going along with it because he was insisting.
Marron finally relaxed, feeling awed at the firm flexing, shifting flesh under his hand. "It's so soft and firm," he said in a hushed voice, continuing his stroking motions. "But at the same time it's hard," he said wonderingly, "And big," his eyes widen. Before it was all curled up and small in his niisan's lap, but look at it now.
"Why didn't you make me do this before," he demanded to his niisan, he loved this, touching and stroking the hard muscular flesh, feeling the flexing movement beneath his hand.
"You weren't ready yet," Carrot said with a smile, looking at the excited ,happy expression on Marron's face.
Gateau nearly moaned, shaking his head at the sheer pervertedness of the Glace brothers.
"Can I touch it," Tira asked eagerly from her position on the floor. She had been watching them for the longest time, she wanted to touch it too.
"Sure," Carrot said with an easy smile, "It's big enough for you both."
Gateau staggered against the wall, Tira's in there with them, he thought in bewilderment. And she's not trying to kill Marron? My god, what a sick bunch, I have for teammates! Scandalize, he continued to listen.
"Oooo, Marron you're right, it is soft, but hard at the same time," Tira said excitedly, her hand continuing the same stroking motions that Marron was using.
He nearly fell to the floor when Chocolate spoke, asking Carrot what did he call it.
"I call it Peter, " Carrot said laughing at the blissful look on their faces as they continued stroking.
Gateau staggered away, horrified by his teammates, totally traumatize. They're a bunch of freaks, he thought outraged. He simply couldn't take it anymore and ran down the stairs and outside.
They looked at each other in puzzlement, "Was that Gateau," Tira said, not pausing in her stroking movement.
Carrot shrugged, not having anything to say.
"Oh well, it must not have been or he would have been in here, flexing at Marron," Chocolate chuckled. Marron smiled, not removing his attention from his stroking hand.
* * *
Later that afternoon, as Gateau came back inside, he saw Chocolate and Tira coming down the stairs, buttoning their blouses and smoothing their mused hair.
As he passed them on his way to the living room, he couldn't help but hiss at them, "You're disgusting," before walking away, leaving two bewildered girls looking at them.
He entered the living room and closed his eyes in horror at the sight of Marron's hand, busy in Carrot's lap.
"Gateau," came Marron's excited voice, "Look at me, I'm doing it!"
Gateau shook his head in despair, the poor boy has lost his mind, the least they could do was keep it in the bedroom and not in the living room, he thought. He frowned curiously, he had never heard Marron sound so excited before though. He cautiously opened his eyes, seeing them watch him in bemusement. He dropped his reluctant gaze to Carrot's lap where Marron's hand was, stroking…..
He fell to the floor, laughing hysterically.
Tira and Chocolate stepped over his laughing, twitching body, watching him warily, as they made their way over to Marron and Carrot.
Tira asked curious, "What's wrong with him?" She was still a little upset over his earlier comment.
Carrot just wearily shook his head, "I always said that the boy had problems," he said, watching the hysterical Gateau, "This just goes to prove it."
"So, Marron do you think you're over your fear of cats now," Carrot asked the engrossed Marron.
"Oh yes, niisan," Marron said with a tiny smile
And the cat lazily opened an eye, unconcerned about the human rolling on the floor, he arched his back, silently demanding more of the delightful stroking.
Happily, they all obliged, ignoring the hysterically laughing Gateau.