Forest Beat

Disclaimer: The characters in this fic are not mine, but the
compromising positions are.

Notes: Welcome everyone! I am here today to represent the God of
Hentai-ness (whose name may not be spoken by mere mortals). He
is awesome and I am but his ambassador: The Ambassador of
Hentai.

Warnings? Beware of story.


Forest Beat

Marron’s eyes roamed the pages of the book, drawing in the words
of the story. The fictional web of men and lives, living erotica. The
mage’s mind faded, intertwining with the book.

In the depths of the ancient forest, Marron sat against the gigantic
tree. The beaten book laid loosely in his hands as his thoughts
turned inward. With his eyes closed, he tilted his head toward the
canopy of the trees, reality was no more, and he was left alone with
the characters of his imagination. His breath came short and shallow
as desire filled his body.

A bird flitted through the woods, harshly forcing him to return to
reality. A bright blush spread across his pale cheeks as realization
dawned. Could one story excite him this much? Casting a glance at
the pages he could not deny it, for the hardness between his legs
was proof.

Aggravated at himself and his lack of control, Marron stood.
Dusting off his white robes and placing his slight discomfort out of
mind as best he could, he started back to the inn for an hour or so
of meditation and perhaps a cold shower, his brief time of solitude
at an en
Ha
Hastily making his way from deep within the forest, Marron’s
thoughts once again fell to the book. It had been a random gift form
Milphey, a beautiful, and quite descriptive, love story of two men.
One was a writer, the other a young musician, kept apart by secrets
of the past but joined by fate for eternity. Sighing, Marron realized
he wasn’t helping his situation any by thinking about it.

“Oi, Marron!”

Turning to the right, Marron caught sight of the small clearing. In
its midst stood Gateau, shirtless. Momentarily stopping from
chopping wood, he wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to
smile at his dark-haired companion. He motioned the reluctant
Marron over.

Thanking fate for his concealing robes and positioning the book
smartly just in case, Marron walked over to the blond.

“Good afternoon Gateau,” he said, keeping his voice as even as
possible.

“You headed back to the inn?”

“Yes, I will see you later,” he nodded, turning to go.

“Whoa, hold on,” Gateau called, stepping directly in the mage’s
path. “Why such a hurry? You’ve been out here alone all morning,
enough with the solitude already. Why don’t you just hang here and
enjoy my company?” His innocent words were betrayed by the
devilish glint in his eyes and the slight flexing of tanned muscles.

“Perhaps later,” Marron answered, attempting to circumnavigate
the man before him and fidgeting nervously as it proved impossible.

Gateau lifted an eyebrow, not missing the constant shifts of motion
from the normally still mage. Looking closer, he noticed the faint
blush splashed across his friend’s cheeks and the conveniently
placed book. Recalling its origins, Gateau grinned. Yes,had had this
mystery figured out. Yes indeed.

“Oh? Don’t you want to see my beautiful muscles?” he asked
playfully.

“Not now Gateau,” once again he tried to go around the larger
hunter, only to meet with--

“Look at me!”

-- a very dramatic Mocha pose, followed by another. Both being
displayed directly in his path.

“Gateau, please, I have to get back,” his voice nearly cracked with
desperation.

“Hm? Why is that?” Gateau asked, putting on his most oblivious
front and still debating how to use this situation to his full
advantage.

“I have things to do, no please.”

Reaching out with a quick motion, Gateau snatched the book from
Marron’s grasp. With a small glance, he tossed the novel over his
own shoulder.

“Hey!” Marron called, reaching after the book and over Gateau’s
shoulder, moments later realizing he had been tricked as strong
arms wrapped about his waist and pulled him close. Pressed firmly
against the muscled body there was nothing he could hide.

Gateau looked down at the boy in his grip. Delicate ivory hands
rested on his wide chest, but beautiful eyes stared only strait ahead.
Securing Marron with one arm, he used the other hand to raise the
boy’s chin. A deep fear mingled with a deeper embarrassment
resided in those golden depths.

“Stay with me, just a little while.” Gateau smiled reassuringly,
releasing Marron’s face and being pleasantly surprised as the mage
laid his head between his hands.

As far as Marron was concerned, this had to be the worst day of his
young life. At the moment what he wanted most of all was a hole to
crawl into and hide from these blue eyes that haunted his dreamse wae wanted to run, but this was so warm...just like...

Gateau’s heart skipped a beat as Marron pulled even closer to him.
Seemingly unaware of his own actions, the mage pressed against
the older man in an erotic fashion, straining Gateau’s waning
control. Smiling, he made a decision. Pushing away, he brushed
aside the lower part of Marron’s tunic and spread the boy’s legs
with his own knee. Pulling the mage onto his own knee in an almost
sitting position, he felt the hardness there and heard Marron’s soft
gasp at the contact.

How innocent this boy could seem, even as passion consumed him.
The virgin white of his robes was surely accurate and made him
even more tempting. But Gateau would not change that color in his
hour of desperation, no, there was later thatthat.

The gold eyes closed as Marron fought violently for control over
his errant body until he felt a warm hand caress his cheek.

“Don’t. Don’t fight, you can trust me.”

The smaller man hung his head, becoming limp in Gateau’s arms.
This need was too much, more than ever before. Gateau drew the
mage toward him, capturing those soft lips lightly for the first time
outside the world of his fantasy. Marron moaned against his mouth,
unconsciously rubbing against his leg, seeking the friction that held
release.

Needing only one hand to support Marron, Gateau put the other to
better use, unclasping the front of the white robes. Running teasing
touches over the pale skin exposed, he delighted in Marron’s
reaction and felt himself react as well. That wouldn’t do. If he got
too involved it might go to far. With much effort, Gateau divided
himself from the task at hand, content to be an observer for the time
being.

Marron’s head fell back. Each teasing touch was like a flame,
feeding the fire within him. Everything was spinning out of control
and he couldn’t hold back much longer. Pulling him close suddenly,
Gateau kissed him deeply and all was lost. He screamed.

As the bright light cleared from his mind, Marron found himself still
in the arms that held him near. The reality of what had happened
dawned at once on his consciousness. Quickly he pushed away
from Gateau, finding it difficult to stand under his own power. His
golden eyes were wide with shock and one shaking hand came up
to cover his mouth in disbelief.

“I...I,” he trembled, the words refusing to form.

“Marron--”

“Gomen nasai!” He called before turning to run off into the forest.

The blond man simply stood and smiled. He wasn’t disappointed
for as Marron came, the name he had screamed had been Gateau.

~fin~


I give all credit to the Great God of Hentainess (whose true name
may not be spoken by mere mortals), but you may flame me in his
absence.