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Rose Pedaled Lips

/* AN: Okay so� It�s ten after two in the morning and an idea has been bothering me
since the last time I watched American Beauty about two weeks ago. The idea of someone doing bench presses in a
garage in the piss pouring rain and someone else walking in and kissing them
for what seems to be for no apparent reason what so ever. So over the past few
weeks I�ve been thinking desperately on which characters would fit this role
properly; eventually I came to Sorcerer Hunters and Marron and Gateau. Of
course in order for there to be a bench press and a garage it would have to be
and alternate universe fiction, as well as having them slightly out of
character, if not completely� mostly considering Gateau doesn�t jump Marron
first chance he gets�. But we�ll get to that. Anyway, here�s the story, I hope
you enjoy it, and I hope I can get to sleep after. Remember reviews are always
welcome and appreciated, especially constructive criticism, I want so much to
become a better writer. Thanks. */

//DISCLAIMER: I don�t own
Sorcerer Hunters or the idea put forth in the beginning.

��Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine� thirty.�
Gateau rested the bar in its cradle and sat up.
He grabbed the towel sitting on the floor next to the bench and wiped
the sweat from his face. Taking a few deep breaths before standing he made his
way over to the CD player on the work bench against the wall and switched the
disks.

The inside of the garage had the classic �unfinished�
look to it. The walls didn�t have insulation or dry wall to cover the clap
board and two-by-fours that made up most standard American walls. He had put up
some posters and patterned cloth to cover most of the ugliness and a few lamps
near the couch and recliner to make it seem a little more like a room and a
little less like a place for the car he didn�t own.

Turning away from the CD player once the music
started pounding out of the speakers again and looking out the window he
noticed the rain still hadn�t let up. It had been one of those falls days when
the remnants of some tropical storm decided to make it�s presence known by
hammering rain mercilessly against all the windows in a house simultaneously.
Gateau had always wondered how that worked, normally when it rained it only
really ran against one side of the house, but in one of these things it came in
from all sides.

He shrugged away the thought and plunked back down on
the bench press again ready to do another set seeing as how there was nothing
better to do on such a miserable day. At least he was going to, that was until
he noticed a pale face in one of the windows in the garage door. Pitch black
hair drenched and hanging dead from the top of an exceptionally beautiful head,
and golden eyes puffy and red as though the striking individual had been crying
their eyes out.

Gateau sat up quickly and reached for the remote door
opener to the door. The motor clicked as he pushed the button and whirred as
the door slowly lifted, raising above the head of the beauty to shield him from
the rain. Gateau decided it was defiantly male, although the features of the
face were very feminine and decidedly beautiful; there was a masculine grace
beyond the lack of breasts in the more bodily area of this creature.

�Christ what are you doing out in this kind of
weather?� Gateau smiled and walked over to the stranger in a friendly manner,
�You trying to catch your death or something? Come on in, we�ll get you a towel
and a house coat so you can dry off and get warm.� The magnificent creature
before him took a step inside and shivered drawing his arms up and around
himself.

Gateau stopped unsure of his own lack of grace before
the being stepped up to him so he was only inches away, �I�m sorry.� His voice
was deep and beautiful and full of angel songs and orchestrven ven in the
barest of whisper that it was.

�Sorry for what?� The blonde�s voice came out much
deeper and hushed then he had expected. But that wasn�t the first surprise,
before he knew what was happening, the man before him touched his lips to Gateau�s
in the shyest of gestures. He kissed him as though he were afraid he were made
of glass and would shatter if there was anything but tenderness in the kiss.

Gateau pulled back out of sheer surprise, �I�m sorry�
Did I miss something?� A blush colored the cheeks of the black hair being as he
quickly lowered his face.

�I�m sorry, my name is Marron. I moved in the house
next door about a month ago,� He raised his eyes and met the confused blue of
Gateau�s, �I�ve been in love with you since I first saw you.�

Gateau chuckled, �That�s where I�ve seen you, in and
out going to work I suppose. I have to apologize for not going along with this
right away, but I prefer to get to know people a little before taking things
further� At least know them a little more then just their first name anyway.�
He smiled and drew Marron further inside before closing the garage door. �Now
you must understand I can�t let you go back out in that, I don�t actually want
you to catch your death, so why don�t you come inside and get some coffee with
me while we get you dried off, huh?� He smiled welcomingly.

Marron nodded and smiled in return.

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Marron sat in a dark blue robe about three times too
big for him chatting nicely with Gateau over a nice mug of hot chocolate. He
wasn�t much of a coffee drinking, which wasn�t so surprising to Gateau. The
kitchen island they were sitting at was big enough to be considered a small
table, but not so big that it could afford extra company if anyone else were to
happen along. It matched the rest of the
kitchen too; black and white checkered tiles on the counter tops, and the floor
along with deep colored wooden paneled cupboards. A nice vase of roses sat in
the middle of the island in front of them and it added a nice complement to the
darkness of the wood.

�Yes, I am actually from Japan. Surprising with my last name really, Glace� Doesn�t
seem too Japanese, but I�m under the impression that after the World Wars, the
people in Japan became obsessed with food,� He paused and chuckled.
�Since food was so short people took to changing their names to their favorite
foods, someone in my family must have liked sugar.� He smiled kindly to Gateau.

The blond man stood dumbfounded at Marron�s grace and
beauty. He almost wished he hadn�t said �no� to him in the garage earlier� of
course there was still the chance that the offer still stood. Gateau jerked his
head from side to side, crimson flooding his cheeks as he realized he was
staring open mouthed at his new neighbor.

�So� You live in this giant house all by yourself?�
Marron ventured hoping to find that Gateau was in fact a bachelor. Of course he
had been keeping an eye out for some form of a significant other, male or
female. He hadn�t seen any sign of
family near the house, only the car pool that came by to pick Gateau up at 8
o�clock sharp Monday to Friday and again at five in the afternoon to provide a
slightly tired looking, but always attractive, Gateau for his viewing pleasure.
Marron just happened to leave for work at the same time and arrive home about a
half hour before Gateau, which provided him with a chance to change out of his
robes and come outside again under the ruse of watering the gardens to look at
his neighbor� even in the rain.

�Yeah, gets kind of lonely, but I guess now I have a
neighbor I can bother when I get bored.� The blond smiled. �You don�t live with
anyone either?� Gateau had his fingers crossed behind his back.

�Nope, I just got a job here after studying at
university.�

�Oh? What do you do?� Gateau was, of course,
genuinely interested.

�I�m actually a minister at the non-denominational
church downtown.� Marron lowered his eyes. Some people didn�t like the religious
type, he didn�t quite understand why; it may be just that he never picked one
religion in particular and chose to help anyone in need of help to find the
path of God.

Gateau put a finger under the black haired man�s chin
and raised his face to look in his eyes, �I think it�s great that people still
devote themselves to helping others.� He let his hand fall but not without
noting the look of loss in Marron�s eyes. �I�m not a religious man myself, but
I don�t hold it against people either as long as they don�t try to force it on
me. I mean, I think it�s great that some people are able to find such strength
in religion and are able to have that kind of faith, but in my mind, all that�s
important is that you can have faith in something.�

Marron nodded his agreement, �I couldn�t agree more,
that�s why I�m at the non-denominational� What do you do that you can afford
such a great house?�

�Me, actually, I work for the military. They pay
handsomely to someone who�s willing to do the kind of under cover stuff I am.�
He smiled, �Helps me to afford a great place like this in a safe neighborhood
to boot� that comes complete with a gorgeous neighbor.� Gateau let his voice
drop this time as he leaned in a ghosted his lips over Marron�s cheek. It was
amazingly soft, like butter cream only as sweet as honey. He feathered another
kiss on the high cheek bones before pulling back to look into golden eyes.

�I�� Marron started but his voice failed him as
Gateau leaned in to kiss his rose petal lips instead. The buzzer of the dryer
caught him off guard and he jumped, stopping has action and jerking back before
their lips could greet.

�Whoa� I�m sorry� Let�s go get your clothes, I�m sure
you want to get out of that� robe.� The blonde shook his head to clear out the
cobwebs. He picked up the mugs and filled them with water before depositing
them in the sink and leading the way to where the laundry was done. Marron
fallowed as if in a daze.

Gateau took the warm clothes out of the drier and
began to fold them out of habit. Once finished he took the pile and turned to
take to go back to the kitchen where he assumed his neighbor was still waiting.
He jumped yet again, �Holy crap! Don�t do that!� He mockingly grabbed at his
heart and took even more fake deep breaths.

Marron smiled and took the clothes from him, �Sorry�
Where could I go about getting changed?�

�Well seeing as how you�re dry now I won�t insist on
you using the gummy garage bathroom, I�ll show you to the spare bedroom.� He
walked past Marron and led the way through the kitchen into the entry way and
up the stairs. It was the first door on the left, almost right across from the
steps.

Marron stepped inside and turned starting to close
the door, he then stopped and look deeply into ice blue eyes, �Would you� Care
to�� Color flooded his cheeks, �help me?� He voice must have dropped and octave
in that one sentence, becoming husky and full of soul deep lust.

Gateau�s eyes widened, it seemed that this man was
going to be the death of him, either by scaring him out of his wits or by
turning him on in such a way he was sure his heart should explode. Thought
wasn�t necessary for Gateau as he stepped forward into the room and gently
closing the door behind him. His eyes never left Marron�s as he weighed the
pros and cons of this beauty in front of him. Sure he didn�t know much about
Marron, he could be a raving lunatic, but even if he was, he was a beautiful
raving lunatic who was offering himself willingly to the blonde.

Their lips met tenderly and gently, curious and
willing. The lips were a wonderful flavor together, honey and lemonade, crisp
spring and shinning summer, like the early days of May when the blooming
flowers would revel in the warm sun that came out after crisp mornings.

Gateau�s hands came up to tangle in long ebony hair,
now dry and soft silk. He used this vantage to make the kiss slightly more
needing, letting his tongue sweep out against Marron�s lower lip in question.
His question answered quickly as those soft lips parted. The blonde�s tongue
quested forth, seeking out a companion. Velvet on velvet as saliva mixed in the
same sweet flavor as before.

There was no question of dominance, Marron submitting
willingly, his lack of height over the blonde making it all the more obvious.
His arms came up to rubs Gateau�s muscular back and he pushed his body flush
against him; the heat between them igniting to an amazing passion causing the
kiss to become feverish in intensity. No longer simply holding one another, the
clutched at each other, seeming to not understand why they weren�t skin on skin
already. Gateau stood in silence, his mouth open slightly as
his breath picked up a notch, �Gorgeous�� His eyes swept over the body, from
the pale face with golden eyes and dark eyelashes down a creamy column of neck
to the flat planes of slightly muscled chest and stomach stopping at the hair
beginning just below the navel, black curly hair. A low groan escaped from deep
in his throat as he let his fingers reach out and brush that hair. It was soft
like the hair framing Marron�s face, but coarse in its twisting pattern and
beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

The blonde laid his flat against the stomach with
finger tips barely touching that soft hair as he stepped forward again,
bringing his other hand to Marron�s chin, wanting to look into those eyes, �You
are the most beautiful creature I have ever had the opportunity to lay my eyes
on.� His breath was coming ragged and he could feel his erection rubbing
deliciously and painfully against the inside of his pants.

Blush ran into Marron�s cheeks as he looked into blue
eyes and heard the words meant only for him, �You don�t think I�m plain or
boring?� He swallowed trying to slow his heart down to keep it from bursting
free from his chest.

�You couldn�t be boring if you tried.� Gateau felt
hands drop to the zip of his pants and he groaned again. His moved his own
hands from the angel in front of him to pull his t-shirt off over his head.
Pants were quickly unzipped and unbuttoned, creamy smooth hands pushing them
down over narrow masculine hips.

Marron drew in a sharp breath as Gateau�s erection
sprung free and the blond gasped appreciatively. It was long and broad and an
angry red, but glistening beauty from the white fluid leaking from the tip. His
tongue flicked out for a taste. It was bitter like black licorice but delicious
in its own sense. He let his knees touch down to the soft white carpet in front
of Gateau. He was oblivious to the moans and groans issuing from the blonde�s
mouth as he took the length in his mouth, wanting to taste more of the bitter
sweet fluid.

Gateau tangled his fingers once again in black
tresses. He moaned enthusiastically as wet, tight heat enveloped him. The
suction tightened and he could feel a tongue sweep forward over the read along
with teeth gently scraping the length of him. Suddenly he could barely hold
himself up and he fell backwards to lean against the door, he looked down to
see a pale nose brushing rusty-golden hair, his entire length disappeared into
that delicious mouth.

�Hn� Stop.� The pleasure continued. �Marron stop,
please.� The heat left him and he almost regretted his actions then. �I don�t
want to finish like this; I want you to enjoy this as well.�

�I was enjoying it.� Marron frowned, confused as
Gateau reached down to pick him up off his feet. They walked over to the bed
and Gateau laid Marron down. He stopped for only a moment to pull off his socks
before climbing to cover the man on the bed with his own body. Electricity
crackled between them and Gateau began a luscious rhythm as he rubbed against
slender hips.

Marron threw his head back and drew a sharp breath
between clenched teeth. He had dreamed of this since he first moved in and saw
the blonde mowing his front lawn topless. He remembered it like it was the only
thing he�d ever seen. The sun had shone down and made the blonde locks glow
like a halo, sweat dripping down the man�s back and disappearing under low
slung, tight fitting blue jeans. How he envied that trickle of sweat in that
moment. Maybe now that drop was envying him.

Finger nails raked down Gateau�s back leaving angry
red trails and he hissed in pleasure. Sweat from their bodies providing
lubrication to ease the sliding of hip on hip, length on length. And still,
Gateau stopped again. Marron groaned at the loss and Gateau smiled down at his
soon to be lover, �Don�t worry, things are about to get much better I think.�

He cast a look about and noticed the bottle of hand
lotion on the dresser that he left for whatever company he may have. It looked
like this bottle was about to be well used. He climbed off the bed and padded
over the dresser and back. On the way he flipped open that cap and spread some
on three of his fingers. �Spread you legs my dear, beautiful Marron.�

Marron blushed and spread his legs wide and bent his
knees to allow Gateau access to his most deliciously private area. He moaned as
he feltlicklicked finger run around his puckered entrance. Gateau brought his
other hand to wrap around Marron�s length and he set a lazy pace as he slowly
and very, very gently pushed the tip of his index finger past the ring of
muscle. A hiss of near pain passed through Marron and he instinctively tried to
draw away.

Seeing the inner struggle crossing Marron�s features,
Gateau made up his mind and dropped his mouth around his neighbor�s arousal,
sucking feverishly working on providing pleasure as he prepared his new lover.

Pain forgotten, Marron lost himself in the wonderful
heat and wet of Gateau�s mouth. He felt the pressure building up in the pit of
his stomach and his voice grew in volume as he drew closer and closer. Then,
suddenly, it all stopped, he jerked his head up to glare at the blonde, �Why�d
you stop?� He asked before he thought, �Oh.�

Gateau laughed and kissed the man, pushing him gently
back to the mattress. Uncapping the lotion again he spread a liberal amount
over his length. Replacing the cap he tossed the unneeded bottle to some
unknown location off of the bed. He took his place between Marron�s legs.

�Are you ready?� Gateau was propped up on one elbow,
the other hand ready to guide his length into position.

�Yes.� Marron was already taking deep breaths,
willing himself to relax. It was much better then he expected. Only a little
burning as the blonde seated himself in the wonderful clenching heat of his
r. Gateau waited there, mostly for Marron�s good, to
make sure that he was okay, but also for his own so that he wouldn�t loose it
already. It was delus, us, wet fire tight around his length and, oh, so much
better then anyone else he�d ever been with. Pale arms came up to wrap around
his neck, and long slender legs around his hips. �Are you okay?� Gateau noticed
Marron�s eyes squeezed shut.

�Oh, dear God, yes. Never be� Ne� Never better.
Just,� He opened his golden eyes; they were almost black with lust, �move.�
There was a cod ind in his voice as well as pleading. How could Gateau resist?
He slowly drew out, moaning and locking his eyes with Marron�s before pushing
back in. Holding his eyes open became too much, too quick. He let them slide
shut and he brought his mouth down to the junction of neck and shoulder set on
leaving a mark.

Marron�s back arched with every thrust, moving
slightly trying to find his prostate. He could feel Gateau�s mouth working on
his neck and he was vaguely aware that he was going to leave a mark but at the
moment he didn�t care. And then there were stars, Gateau had nailed his
pleasure center and he wailed his appreciation.

Words were no longer formable, at least none but one,
�Marron, Marron, Marron, Marron�� A constant stream of this dazzling creature�s
name flew from Gateau�s slightly parted lips, between moans and groans and pants
of pleasure. Marron agreed only the namyingying from his lips at a slightly
louder volume was, of course, �Gateau.�

Flesh slid into flesh, and sweat slicked skin swept
past each other, tan mingled with cream. '>
Panting breaths and slight moans all that was heard broken
intermittently by Marron�s near screams of pleasure.

It was over far too quickly, Gateau knew he was
nearing his end and wanted Marron to scream before he was done. He reached a
slightly callused hand to the silken steel between Marron�s legs and stroked,
once, twice and he wailed. Marron threw his head into the pillow, back arching
up off of the bed as Gateau hemmer into his prostate one last time. His seed
spilled over Gateau�s hand and onto his chest and stomach.

The clenching of a pleasure ridden body around his
length was enough to send the blonde tumbling into oblivion. He groaned low in
his throat and pushed in once more as deep as he could and grasped shoulders
and tangled fingers through hair as he finished.

Gasping breaths and closed eyes as chest met chest
relaxing. Both lay attempting to bring breathing and heart rate back down from
orgasmic high. Gold me sapphire and meek smiles joined them, �Thank you Gateau,
that was wonderful.�

Gateau chuckled and pulled out gently before rolling
onto his side so he could loo his his neighbor without pushing breath from his
lungs, �You�re more then welcome.� Gateau glanced away for a moment before
looking back with a serious look in his eyes, �You must realize I don�t
normally do this. I find myself drawn to you� To the exotic look about you and
your grace and beauty, but I�ve never been this� outgoing� before�� He trailed
off at a loss for words.

Marron lowered his eyes, �I understand if you don�t
want to see me anymore. I was just hoping to�� He was cut off by lips tenderly
touching his own.

�Of cour wan want to keep seeing you. I want nothing
more then that. I was trying to say I want to continue this, or at least get to
know you better so we might be able to build a relationship on this.� It was
Gateau�s turn to glance away. �Somehow I think I�m falling in love with you.�

an>Aan>A smile lit Marron�s face and butterfly kisses dances
over the blonde�s face, �That�s the most wonderful thing I�ve ever heard.� They
settled down into the bed together, not to sleep but to simply enjoy the
closeness.

Gateau looked out the window and smiled, �It stopped
raining.� He looked into golden eyes again and kissed rose pedaled lips.

- &nbsbsp;bsp;
fin

/* AN � Well that�s it, I hope
you enjoyed it. Please let me know if there was anything desperately wrong or
anything that was particularly enjoyed so that I can incorporate it into later
writings. Thanks again for reading. */
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