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Villa Vacation	By : Michalyn Category: +S to Z > Sorcerer Hunters Views: 1992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Villa Vacation
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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 Signior 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."

====================

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)
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