Sorcerer Hunters Fan Fiction ❯ Villa Vacation ❯ Villa Vacation ( Chapter 1 )

I do not own the lovely boys of Sorcerer Hunters; I'm just borrowing them for a bit.

Villa Vacation
by
Michalyn

Warnings: Gateau x Marron

Rating: NC17

 

"Oi, Beautiful!" Gateau banged on the door. "What the hell is takin' you so long in there?"

 

He pressed his ear to the wood, but there was no sound, nothing to let him guess what was going on within. What was he doing?

 

As Gateau waited, sunlight filtered through the waxy magnolia leaves outside the window, speckling his skin. Glancing over his shoulder, he found his broad back hazily reflected in the glass and Gateau couldn't help flexing just a little. Muscle rippled. Damn, he looked good. He rested a forearm against the door frame.

 

"Do you need help putting on that sun block? Let me in and I'll rub it all over."

 

The door flung open and a rather flustered Marron emerged, clutching a broad-brimmed straw hat. In his other hand he carried a small travelling sack.

 

"Must you be so impatient?" he demanded, smoothing the hem of his shirt a little self-consciously.

 

Gateau heaved an appreciative sigh as took in his lover's attire. Marron had traded his austere robes for summery trousers and a loose, pea-green shirt. The splash of color emphasized the fairness of his skin and his dark hair gleamed against his shoulders. Even his feet were exposed, slender toes crisscrossed by the leather thongs of sandals.

 

Hell, if he had known this would have been the result of Marron's preparations, he would have been even more insistent. This was a change Gateau could definitely get used to.

 

"Oh, Baby you look ... wonderful." Gateau's hands clenched and unclenched. He reached for Marron who stepped nimbly out of his grasp.

 

"Perhaps we should not leave. It does not seem wise for my brother to be unsupervised for such an extended period. One can only guess what trouble..."

 

"Oh no you don't," Gateau drawled. He was well prepared for this. "I'm sure Chocolat and Tira will keep Carrot well occupied while we're gone. You can't spend your life looking after your brother--an elder brother at that." Gateau raised an eyebrow for emphasis. "Besides, Signor Fettucini's car should be arriving in ten minutes. There's no turning back now. We have seven, sunny, perfect days ahead of us and you're all mine."

 

Signor Fettucini was a wealthy parsoner whose daughter they had saved from the clutches of a maniacal sorcerer out to steal the souls of maidens. When they would not hear of accepting a monetary reward for vanquishing the villain, Fettucini had insisted on showing his gratitude to the Sorcerer Hunters by allowing them free rein of his estate including one seaside villa. Then, in an unbelievable stroke of luck, Big Momma announced there were no immediate assignments and that they were free to do as they pleased.

 

Gateau enjoyed the comforts of the mansion, but what he really wanted was time alone with Marron. That was not going to happen with Marron sharing a room with his protective older brother. He might be too noble to take advantage of an emotional old man, but Gateau wasn't above a little manipulation. So he and Chocolat had a talk...

 

She would keep her "Darling" occupied while he and Marron headed off to the villa. Gateau would get some much-needed time with Marron, she and Tira would have an enitre week to play bondage games with Carrot and everbody would be happy. Pure genius, really. Gateau didn't have a moment's guilt over it. In fact, he slept better at night. If it weren't for him they wouldn't be going anywhere--period. Because Marron was Marron and when he woke up in the morning his first thoughts were protecting his brother, strengthening his magic so he could protect his brother and then maybe Gateau would enter somewhere on the periphery of his consciousness.

 

Still, convincing Marron had been surprisingly painless. He'd listened, patient as always, as Gateau unveiled his proposition (leaving out the part about his deal with Chocolat and Tira, of course. He wasn't a complete idiot.) Marron had frowned, told him he would think about it.

 

So Gateau let him think.

 

He spent most of the next day in the gym. The workout was good and it kept Gateau's mind off things he'd rather not think about. He was just rising off the mat for another pushup when Marron's feet appeared in front of him. Gateau rolled over and Marron had blushed and said something like: "I accept your offer," which was a lot more than Gateau had been expecting. Which made him hope he was more than just a blip on the radar.

 

No, a little manipulation wasn't so bad after all.

 

Gateau hefted his bag onto his shoulder and Marron frowned in that way of his that managed to look contemplative but which really meant "I'm nervous." Marron picked at the straw hat.

 

"I suppose you are right...."

 

"Of course I am."

 

Gateau's fingers brushed Marron's elbow as they headed to the foyer and Marron flinched. He tried to cover it up by pretending to reach for the balustrade, but Gateau saw how his hands were shaking when he brought the hat to his head.

 

Marron was afraid of him.

 

Oh, not afraid in the sense of a weak warrior against a stronger; the mage could hold his own against the best of them. Marron was afraid of him--of that stolen night between them. He was afraid of Gateau's hands and his mouth that had memorized Marron's skin, the pulse-points at his wrists and the delicate spots behind his knees that made his passion spiral higher.

 

Most of all, Marron was most afraid of the thing quivering between them now they were alone.

 

Gateau was afraid too. What if in days ahead they discovered that without the distraction of battle, or Carrot's shenanigans they had nothing to say to each other? What then?

 

Well, Gateau wasn't about to let that happen. This was too special to be ruined by doubt.

 

The car was an ant in the distance, growing steadily larger as it mounted the hill. Marron squinted against the sun then turned to him with a shy smile. It was barely more than a curving of the lips but warmth expanded through Gateau's belly like he'd swallowed wine. He grinned and tried not to think about the way his heart was pounding.

 

He had always been a sucker for a beautiful face.

 

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Fluffing a pillow behind his head, Gateau watched as Marron unpacked his clothes and replaced them with care in the nearby dresser. Marron had rolled up his sleeves, but with every item he folded they slipped past his elbows and tangled about his wrists. When yet another shirt fumbled in his grasp Marron made an impatient, clucking sound. Their eyes met just as he was reaching for a pair of briefs and Gateau grinned.

 

"Need any help?"

 

"No." Color flooded Marron's cheeks and he tried to fold the briefs so quickly his fingers caught in the waistband. The pair fluttered to the foot of the bed like a flag of surrender.

 

Gateau didn't even have to get up. He reached over and hooked the stretchy cotton with his finger. "Drop something?"

 

"Gateau..." Marron pressed his lips together.

 

"What?" He waggled his finger. "Aren't you going to come and get them?"

 

Gateau could see the gears turning in Marron's head as he tried to figure out the best way to get what he wanted without losing face. Not that Gateau intended to cause him anything of the sort. He was just having a little fun. It still took a little getting used to, how little it took to ruffle Marron. Gateau had to admit, he was rather proud of that ability. Not because it was easy to catch Marron off guard. Oh no, not at all. The trail of sorcerers he had defeated would attest to that. The thing of it was--the crux of the matter, if you will--was only he, Gateau Mocha possessed this lovely gift. It meant he affected Marron and that was good because it hinted at things Gateau hoped for but didn't dare say aloud.

 

"Well?"

 

"I will get them when I am done."

 

"Suit yourself." Gateau shrugged. "It's not like you'll be needing these much while we're here anyway." He draped the briefs across his lap and had to bite his lip to keep from laughing at the bug-eyed look Marron gave him.

 

"Wh...what?"

 

"Come over here," Gateau patted the space beside him.

 

"Why?" Marron's throat worked and his eyes were as round as saucers. There was a watercolor of luscious fruit on the wall behind him and the honey of his gaze seemed to echo the plump, golden pears nestled lovingly together.

 

"Why not?" Gateau moved over in the bed, making space for Marron.

 

And what a bed it was. Apparently Signor Fettucini wasn't as naive as he'd thought. Arriving at the villa they discovered the servants had been given very specific instructions that Gateau and Marron were to share a room--and a bed. Gauzy canopy, crisp, sheets, plenty of down pillows to tumble in and large enough to accommodate even Gateau's big body, it exceeded all Gateau's fantasies--and Gateau's fantasies were quite explicit. The trick now, was to get Marron in it with him.

 

"I know what you're trying, Gateau and it is not going to work."

 

"What am I trying? We had a long trip and I'm just concerned that a friend is well rested."

 

If Marron was capable of anything so inelegant he would have snorted. Instead, he raised an eyebrow. "Thank you, but I am not tired."

 

"No problem ... ahh ... this does feel good though." Gateau let his eyes drift shut.

 

"I'm sure." Marron's droll tone drifted over to him. "Could you hand me those briefs, please?"

 

"Sure." He yawned, dangling them just far enough away that Marron would have to come get them.

 

Marron eyed him warily. He approached the bed, darting forward like nervous gazelle.

 

Gateau smiled, all teeth. As soon as Marron was close enough, he looped his arm around his waist and hauled him onto the bed. Marron landed with a huff, legs falling open and making a cradle for him. Now this was much better.

 

"You!"

 

Gateau winced as Marron's elbow caught him in the ribs. They lay tangled together and the feel of Marron's silky soles against his calves was unbelievably erotic. Gateau shivered, burying his face in Marron's neck. "Mmm ... you feel so good."

 

"Gateau...." Marron pushed at him, but there was no strength behind it. There was no mistaking though, the flush of arousal spreading under his skin. He was so desirable-- so fucking gorgeous that Gateau could hardly breathe.

 

"You don't want this too?"

 

Marron's jaw clenched. He looked away.

 

Gateau cupped his cheek, reading his eyes. So that's how it was going to be.

 

Somehow in Marron's twisted logic it seemed it was only ok to give in to give in if he resisted first. It was probably part of the general martyr complex he had around his brother. Must be responsible, must be dependable or else the world will crumble and all that crap. The guy had abandonment and self-esteem issues a mile wide, but Gateau could deal. So Marron had some shit to work through. Hell he had a few things to work out himself. In fact, it sort of gave him a thrill knowing he was quite probably Marron's first guilty pleasure, and considering how tightly Marron held himself, that was a damn heady status. As long as they both understood that this was about them here and now and not Carrot or anybody else, he could deal with a few quirks.

 

Gateau stroked along Marron's sides, hands slipping beneath his shirt. Marron didn't protest when Gateau drew it over his head to admire him.

 

Marron was all sleek muscle and pale, trembling limbs. So damn beautiful Gateau had to bite his lip to keep from moaning. Every part of him was delectable. Even his nipples were pretty little things. Gateau drew one into his mouth, stabbing it with his tongue. His thumb rubbed over its partner and Marron whimpered, arching off the bed. His eyes were scrunched shut and he was trembling something terrible. So so sensitive and he had barely begun. Gateau pulled away to survey his handiwork. He blew on a budded nipple and Marron made a needy sound deep in his throat, twisting like a flame in Gateau's hands.

 

Gods, so hot.

 

"Oh Baby," he groaned, " If you could only see yourself." Gateau palmed the rigid peaks earning another whimper. "You're so hard. Though I bet not as hard as between your legs, hmm? Are you hard for me, Beautiful?" Gateau slipped his leg between Marron's. "Ah, yes I can feel you ... so perfect...." He nipped Marron's lush bottom lip. Gateau dragged his tongue along his cheek. "So very, very hard. Slick too?"

 

"Gateau please..." Marron made a sound, half desire half protest.

 

Why the hell he would want to protest something so wonderful Gateau had no idea. He grinned. "Please, what, Sweetheart?"

 

Marron's lashes trembled. His lips parted but no sound would emerge.

 

"You're shy? Then I guess I'll have to check for myself."

 

Gateau slithered down the mattress, rubbing his cheek against Marron's soft belly, breathing his scent. Marron always smelled so good. Soapy and warm ... and even better down here where Gateau loved most. He contemplated the waistband of Marron's pants. Lucky for him there were no buttons or zips to battle with, only a flimsy drawstring that dissolved beneath his fingers. Marron seemed to have other ideas, though. He grabbed Gateau's wrist, stopping him mid-movement.

 

" Gateau, d...don't."

 

"Shh," Gateau pressed him into the pillows with a kiss. "I just want to take a look."

 

"But--"

 

"It's all right; it's all right. Nothing to worry about. Gateau'll take care of you."

 

He slipped the pants past Marron's hips, hands shaking as he encountered the barrier of of his briefs. His mind might say one thing, but Marron's body seemed to know exactly what it needed. Gateau saw the straining flesh bunched beneath the thin cotton and he moaned sympathetically. He began to ease down Marron's briefs, inch by inch, mouth going dry as more pale skin was revealed.

 

"Gateau, I am serious." Marron finally seemed to have found his voice. "I think we should stop. This is ... inappropriate," he insisted, managing to inject a thread of steel into this last utterance. It was shaky, but there all the same. Gateau paused; he leaned forward and placed an arm on either side of Marron, caging him.

 

"So you're saying you don't want me?"

 

Marron glowered. It would have worked, might have--except any intimidation he might have achieved was severely hampered by the fact that he was all but naked and clearly, tantalizingly aroused by Gateau's hands.

 

"I did not say that I did not desire you, only that..."

 

"Marron."

 

"That is..."

 

"Marron, there's nothing wrong with thinking of your own needs sometimes. It's just you and me. Are you going to try to convince me that this trip means nothing to you?" Gateau was very serious, as serious as he had ever been. He might be big but he wasn't stupid. He hadn't come here so that they could keep playing these games with each other. As much as Marron might need to believe his sexual denial was somehow virtuous, Gateau wasn't about to reinforce it. He wanted to be honest and he needed Marron to be honest too. That night Marron had stolen into his room had been special; Gateau relived it every night in his dreams--and work up hard remembering--but it could be even better between them. Marron knew it too.

 

Marron was quiet, watching Gateau with wary eyes. Maybe he too felt that something was changing between them, that there'd be no going back to the old roles and the old comic patterns after this, regardless of whether he ended up in Gateau's arms tonight.

 

Gateau held his breath--waiting, hoping--but Marron was quiet for so long that finally he began to withdraw.

 

Damn. He hadn't expected it would hurt this much.

 

"Gateau..." Marron's voice was hoarse and the words were forced from his throat as though he were in a great struggle with himself. "Wait. You are right. I would like ... a relationship with you." Marron reclined against the pillows; his eyelids trembled. Red as an overripe tomato he spread his legs.

 

Offering himself.

 

Gateau stared. He could have wept. His heart gave a little leap (not to mention his dick thrusting painfully against his pants) and he wanted to say something profound but all that came out was a sound like a baby's dyspeptic gurgle.

 

Marron's legs wobbled; his knees began to cave inward.

 

Fuck profundity.

 

"Tut, tut." Gateau slipped a palm between the inverted vee of Marron's legs, preventing him from shielding himself. He had waited too long to have Marron like this to miss any part of it. He wanted to see Marron, smell him, touch him.

 

With the pads of his fingers, Gateau stroked from the pale beauty's inner thighs all the way down to his knees. When Marron shivered and gasped, he repeated the movement. The skin behind Marron's knees was soft and Gateau caressed him, kissed the warm indent behind each leg and spread Marron wide. Marron made a choked sound, hiding behind the curtain of his hair, but there was no need. Gateau inhaled raggedly. He was beautiful, beautiful--a feast meant to be savored.

 

Marron's pale sex jutted in a graceful arc from his body, pink-capped and wet at the tip and just as lovely as Gateau remembered. When he stroked it, Marron slouched against the headboard with a cry. Slick heat dribbled over his fingers and Gateau had to support him, but that was okay. He was strong enough for both of them.

 

Reaching under the pillow, Gateau retrieved the lube he knew was stashed there. Marron's eyes widened and he grinned. What? A guy had to be prepared. Getting Marron in his arms was a process too tenuous, uncertain and often downright dangerous for him to be caught without the right stuff when the moment was finally upon him. Circling the delicate swirl of Marron's anus, Gateau probed shallowly, loosening the tense seal of flesh. Marron whimpered and Gateau soothed him, retreating and returning with care.

 

"I know, Baby, I know. I can feel how tight you are."

 

He probed again and this time the way was easier. Marron accepted him, clasping around his fingers in a sensuous vise. Soon his breathing was ragged, his hips lifting to meet Gateau's caresses. He tugged at Gateau's tee shirt ... the clasp on his jeans. Gateau helped him, their knuckles scraping together as he shimmied out of the pants. He saw the flex of his heavy flank against Marron's thigh and it made him feel powerful, like he could conquer the world and put it in Marron's palm. It was the feel, though, of those graceful hands slickening his erection that nearly undid him.

 

Gateau pressed against Marron's entrance, easing into snug, sleek heat inch by careful inch. It was torture and oh so sweet ... so sweet. Marron clenched experimentally around him and Gateau gasped as blood rushed southward, lengthening his cock in hot pulses. He held Marron close as he began to move. They fitted together so well it took his breath away.

 

Wanting to see Marron's face, Gateau flipped them over so that he was resting against the pillows and Marron was above him, straddling his hips. His lips were swollen, his hair tangled about him; he looked wanton and wild and ... Gateau didn't have the words to describe the feeling in his chest. Cupping Marron's buttocks, he pumped him on his shaft until the shy beauty began to pick up the rhythm on his own. When Gateau angled just so, aiming for the node of pleasure he knew was there, Marron shivered and folded onto Gateau's chest, stunned.

 

So Gateau did it again.

 

He chuckled. "Giving up on me already, sweetheart?"

 

Marron was panting and his features were scrunched in intense concentration. "No, I just ... didn't realize--oh! Gateau..." He moaned. "I..."

 

Gateau thrust upward, meeting the sinuous movements of Marron's hips even as he kissed him. "Don't talk, Baby." He pressed Marron's hand between their bodies, placing it on his chest. "You don't have to say anything. I can feel you here."

 

Marron murmured something. It was soft, a whisper of sound barely spoken against Gateau's ear as the slender body in his arms listed forward in release. With Marron's seed hot against his belly, and his own orgasm stealing his breath, Gateau almost missed it.

 

But he didn't.

 

Soft, a little hesitant, but very much real. Marron had whispered, "Me too."

 

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A warm wind was blowing onto the terrace, bringing with it the scent of olive trees. Gateau gazed onto the salmon-tinted roofs beyond the balcony and wondered what Carrot, Tira and Chocolat were up to. He traced the curlicues in the wrought-iron grate at his knee. Whatever it was, Gateau was sure it could not compare to the discoveries he had made today. Sensually, of Marron's body -- and more importantly, of his heart.

 

They had just eaten dinner--Vitello alla Pizzaiola (1) courtesy of the Signor--and between this afternoon's lovemaking and the sumptuous meal, Gateau was feeling heavy, sated and pretty damn pleased. So maybe he didn't know what would happen next, but at the moment he was very optimistic.

 

Next to him, Marron was lapping at a cone of pistachio ice-cream while pretending not to watch Gateau. The younger man seemed to have developed a fascination for Gateau's mouth and it was the second time Gateau had caught him staring. Gateau winked and red-faced, Marron returned to his ice-cream with an intensity usually reserved for his brother.

 

And now--Gateau smiled--for him too.

 

He scooted closer to his lover, tugging on Marron's braid and whispering teasingly into his ear. Marron smelled of roses from their recent shower and Gateau wondered what were the odds of maneuvering him back into bed. When Marron rested a hand on his thigh, his golden eyes burning, Gateau swallowed audibly. With Marron in his arms--melting ice cream and all--they moved back towards the bedroom.

 

A full week... Who knew? It wasn't all that long, but maybe, just maybe, it was enough for love.

 

 

End

 

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Notes
1: Veal Pizzaiola. I found this scrumptuous recipe here (http://www.virtualitalia.com/recipes/tv0101.shtml)