The Owl\'s gift

Here\'s some Sorcerer Hunter\'s lemony goodness for all of you happy hentai to munch on. Its yaoi and most definitely is not for minors. However, miners are welcome to read it if they so chose. I do not own Sorcerer Hunters or any of its characters. My fictions are just for personal enjoyment and not meant to infringe on any copyrights. Comments and questions are welcome. Enjoy!

Series: Sorcerer Hunters
Paring: Gateau/Marron
Rating: Lemon, Yaoi
Japanese Glossary:
Ofuda: are the white papers Marron uses to call his magic

The Owl\'s Gift

Underneath the interwoven bows of a grove of tall broad-leafed trees, a fire crackled noisily in a hastily made fire pit, doing nothing to alleviate the damp chill of the evening air. The moist logs and kindling gave off more smoke than usual as they burned, covering the grassy clearing like a blanket. Five sleeping rolls were laid out around the fire pit, but far enough away to prevent the flammable rolls from catching fire.

One of the five figures huddled near the fire was a slender long limbed man with flowing ebony hair that shimmered a deep blue in the low light of the fire. Shivering from the cold he pulled his blanket up under his chin. Warmer, Marron squinted across the fire to where his brother\'s dark head was just visible sticking out of the end of a blanket. The others were the same, just tufts of blond, pink and red hair peaking out from under blankets. Marron re-adjusted his position on his mat as he listened to his brother snore. Closing his golden eyes against the sting of the smoke he tried to relax, hoping sleep would take him. It was going to be a very long day tomorrow with all the traveling they had to do. It seemed they would be walking clear across the continent. That was an exaggeration he knew, but they had traveled a long way already and were still nowhere near the city they needed to get to.

Marron sighed still unable to sleep. There was something round and hard under the mat near his shoulder. He debated with himself on weather or not he should get up and remove the rock or whatever it was from under his mat. But getting up would only force his mind into further wakefulness, so he turned his long frame to the side avoiding most of the bump. He was nearly asleep wh low low hooting call startled him into wakefulness.

One hand instinctively grabbed an ofuda from the pocket of his robe as he scanned the campsite through narrowed eyes. He relaxed back into the mat when he found the source of the sound. On the branch directly above him sat a large majestic owl with dark brown feathers that was watching him with wide unblinking eyes.

Turing away from that unsettling stare, Marron used his arms as a pillow resting his sculptured chin in the hollow between his fingers. The blanket slipped down leaving his back exposed, but the mage decided it was too much work to pull it up. Resolutely ignoring the bird\'s calls, he tried to relax once more. The edges of a dream had nearly ensnared him when something warm, sticky, and bad smelling hit his back. It took a moment for his muddled brain to figure out what had happened. He groaned as he sat up, feeling the watery liquid run further into his robes. Had he been more awake he would have moved away from the owl when he first realized where the bird was. Or at the very least, he would have pulled his blanket up so that the blanket and not his clothing would have been hit. As it stood now, he would have to go to the little stream nearby and clean off both his clothes and his hair, which was long enough to have gotten splattered.

Heaving himself up to his feet, he quietly moved his mat out from under the target area. No sense in making things worse, he decided. When he had found a good spot for his mat, Marron grabbed his blanket and some soap from his pack before heading down the path to the stream.

Following the sound of water, Marron cautiously wound his way through the trees. The ground was uneven and the darkness under the canopy of leaves made it difficult to see the forest floor. He could have used his magic to make a light, but that might have woken his teammates and he didn\'t really want them to witness this embarrassing predicament, especially his brother. The roaring sound of running water became louderhe nhe nd thd the stream. The density of the trees lessened as he approached his destination. Light crept into the widening spaces between the trees. More certain of his footing, Marron increased his pace.

Coming out onto a sandy bank, he took a moment to appreciate the lovely scene the stream made at night. Dew clung to the plants that dotted the bank like tiny gemstones. Water misted into a fine white spray as it jumped anayedayed over the rocks on its way down stream. Unbuttoning his robe, Marron let the brilliant white cloth slide off his shoulders. He shivered as his pale skin was exposed to the night air. Dropping the blanket by his feet the mage turned his robe over assessing the damage. He nodded to himself sure that the damage to his robe wasn\'t permanent. Pouring soap onto the owl\'s gift, Marron folded the fabric rubbing the sides together to lather the robe. He shivered as he ri the the garment off in the icy water.

Marron held the robe up to the light of the moon, giving it a good look over to make certain he didn\'t miss a spot. Setting the robe aside on a bush to help it dry, he removed his underwear; giving it the same going over he gave his robe. Finding the stain he knew was there; Marron treated the underwear with more of the soap. The stain on his underwear was far smaller and came out after only a few scrubs.

Hanging the underwear up to dry Marron glanced dubiously at the little stream. \"I am going to have to go in. I know there are some of the owl\'s leavings in my hair yet and probably down my back as well. Oh, but I wish I didn\'t have to do this.\"

Steeling himself, Marron stepped briskly into the icy water before he could change his mind. He inhaled instinctively as a wall of cold closed around his chest. Holding his breath the mage ducked under the water just long enough to get his hair wet. Marron rubbed his long fingers together to create a nice lather. When his hands were covered in a layer of white iridescent bubbles he reached behind himself and scrubbed at his back as best he could. Though it was awkward trying to get the soap into just the right places.

\'I wish Gateau were here to help,\' came the thought unbidden. Despite the chill of the water, Marron felt his shaft quicken in response to the image of the muscular blond helping him wash his back and hair. A smiouchouched the corners of his lips as he dunked to rinse. Not even the cold bite of the water could dampen his passion for ruggehanshansom, Gateau.

Wringing his calf length hair out as he walked up the side of the bank Marron started momentarily as a shadow loomed over him. His heart started beating again when he saw who was casting the shadow. Letting go of his hair, Marron felt himself warm upon seeing the lustful glint in his lover\'s eyes.

Marron\'s raven hair clung to his body doing nothing to conceal the graceful sweep of his neck and shoulders. Rivulets of water traced their way down the pale chest. Beads of the shiny substance dripped from the nipple that hadn\'t been covered by the mage\'s silken mane. Casually, he brushed the water off the hardened nub as he caught Gateau\'s glance. Pleasure reverberated through his chest, straight to his groin at the touch. But it was nothing, compared to the pleasure he felt knowing Gateau was watching him touch himself. Between his legs his feelings were made known as his shaft leapt upward. Smiling serenely he stepped onto the bank and glided over to his teammate feeling Gateau\'s eyes roam over pal pale form.

\"Isn\'t it a little cold for a bath?\" Gateau asked wrapping a thick blanket around the soggy mage.

\"Yes, But I needed it.\" Marron hedged not wanting to mention the owl.

\"Your clothes needed it too?\" The blond persisted.

\"Yes, my clothes needed it too.\" The mage paused tilting his head coyly towards Gateau. \"But now that you\'re here, perhaps you wouike ike to warm me up?\" The mage asked lowe his his voice until it was a sultry purr. Molding himself into the curve of Gateau\'s chest he cast his seductive golden eyes at his lover.

Thoughts of Marron\'s clothing were forgotten as their lips met in heated battle. Gateau folded his arms around the mage, pulling the smaller man closer despite the chill that wasiatiiating off of him. Powerful-callused hands wandered over the mage\'s smooth skin searching under the damp obsidian curtain of hair. Marron\'s mouth opened wide as Gateau found the hard button that was the mage\'s nipple. Leaning forward Gateau tilted his head lashing out with his tongue to delve deeper into the mage\'s throat.

Welcoming the invasion, Marron sucked gently on the probing tongue. Pressing his growing erection against Gateau\'s own rising need, he moaned throatilto hto his lover\'s ravenous mouth. The blanket fell unnoticed to the ground, when the mage wrapped his arms around his lover\'s waist.

With a soft tug on midnight strands of hair, Gateau pulled his lover\'s head back revealing the milky curve of Marron\'s neck. The blond knelt raining hot kisses down that smooth slope. The mage\'s bruised lips parted in a soft groan as Gateau\'s teeth grated softly over the sensitized skin around his nipple.

Marron\'s hands traveled up Gateau\'s broad back as the blonde\'s kisses traveled down his midriff. Slender fingers, nimble from spell casting traced odd patterns over the wide shoulder blades while Gateau gave due attention to the mage\'s other nipple.

The mage\'s tapered fingers roved their way around and behind Gateau\'s neck as his trembling shaft slipped between those sexy swollen lips. \"That feels exquisite, Gateau. What wonderful lips you have.\"

Gateau\'s eyes glowed with mischief as he grinned around his lover shaft. \"Like bat bo yuu?\"

\"Ahhhh,\" Marron breathed out in an explosive puff of air. Clear golden eyes glazed over ple pleasure as Gateau\'s voice vibrated through his very being. The blonde\'s moutesseessed into the hard muscle and relaxed alternately as he spoke stroking the pulsing shaft. \"You have to ask?\" The mage managed with a shaky laugh.

Tremors shook Marron\'s body as the pleasure built to a fevered pitch. Shifting his hips he leaned more deeply into the velvet softness of Gateau\'s incredibly talented mouth. Clasping his hands tightly behind his lover\'s head, the mage rocked with the blonde\'s movements moaning softly with each stroke.

Swaying on unsteady legs that felt likely to give way at any moment, Marron bent over using Gateau\'s strength to steady himself. His back arched as the tension finally broke and he found release in a mind-blowing flash of pleasure that lashed through his whole body like a live wire.

Gateau stopped suckling his lover\'s shaft only when it started to soften. Letting it slide out of his mouth, he ld upd up into the molten pools of gold his lover used for eyes. \"Feeling warmer now?\" He asked not realizing he had a bit of Marron\'s seed left on his lips.

Laughing Marron leaned down and licked the seed off with a kiss. \"Much warmer, thank you.\"

\"You know that blanket is soaked now and your clothes still need drying. I suppose I couldn\'t let you sleep nude without a blanket in this weather. You might catch cold.\" Gateau\'s face split wide in an ear-to-ear grin.

\"Oh no, that wouldn\'t be very nice of you.\" Marron agreed with laughter in his voice.

\"So, the only decent and honorable thing for me to do is to offer to share my bedroll with you.\" Gateau continued his eyes dancing.

\"You have always been a decent and honorable man,\" Marron replied. Then he paused as if rethinking what he had said. \"Well, you have always been honorable at least.\" The mage gave his lover a quick kiss and ducked out of Gateau\'s arms before the bigger man could retaliate. Smiling serenely he gathered his discarded clothing and blanket before jogging back to the camp.

Gateau stared after Marron struck silent by the normally serious mage\'s playfulness. This new found side to his lover didn\'t come out very often, but he found he was enjoying it when it did show itself. Then he growled in mock anger as he played along chasing after the mage. High above their heads a brown owl flew silently past, watching the antics of the two below. Blinking its wide golden eyes it clicked its wickedly hooked beak as if in laughter before disappearing into the trees.