The recipe for distraction

A/N: Mariotte and Puppen are in a manga in English called "The recipe for Gertrude"or in Japanese "Gertrude no Reshipi". They are both demons and puppets/dolls they can change their forms to look human and inhabit the bodies of inanimate objects such as dolls. Why I choose to write this I have know idea, considering they look like giant rag dolls most of the time I don't know. On top of that I don't normally write in fandom because I have a hard time keeping people in character, that and my muse is a bitch.

Summery: Puppen is hungry and Mariotte decide to do something new to satisfy his friend's hunger.

Pairings: Mariotte x Puppen

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The recipe for distraction

Puppen found himself chased out of the room by a moodily Gertrude. For a brief moment the puppet master sulk at the strange moodiness of the Patchwork demon. He wander around the house for awhile wishing Sahara was there. Gertrude always seem to be in a better sense of humor when the young human was around. Sighing Puppen decided to go find Mariotte and see if his friend would maybe make him a snack.

Mariotte was in the kitchen putting the the dry dishes from lunch away, when Puppen came into the room. "I'm hungry, Mariotte." whined the smaller puppet master. Mariotte turned briefly to glared at his friend. "We just ate lunch not long ago, Puppen."

"I know that, Mariotte," sighed Puppen as he plopped himself into a chair and spread himself over the tabletop.

"Can't you wait until dinner?" Mariotte asked exasperated putting the last of the dishes away.

Puppen shook his head his rag curls bouncing around his face. Mariotte watched his friend for a long moment. "You're more bored than hungry, aren't you?" When the smaller puppet master turned his face away, Mariotte knew he had hit the nail on the head. "I think," Mariotte started to say slowly. "That I know something that would keep you entertain until dinner time."

"Oh?" That caught Puppen's attention.

Mariotte had alway known that he had deep feelings for Puppen. They had been friends for years. It wasn't until he had accidentally found one of Sahara's Yaoi Doujinshi did he finally realize just how truly felt about Puppen. The lust that this knowledge cause was not easy to hide. He leaned forward and kissed the smaller puppet master lightly on the mouth.

Puppen jerked away as if stun by a bee, shocked. Only to flinched at the slight look of hurt in Mariotte's face. Before the other puppet master had a chance to pull away Puppen cautiously leaned in to press his mouth together with friend. Mariotte a small sound of surprise when Puppen kissed him. Slowly and careful he kissed Puppen back, pouring his heart in to the kiss. When they parted lips again Puppen stared up at his friend, he was surprise by the warmth gathered in his belly and that he want more of that feeling.

"Puppen..." Mariotte started to say when Puppen broke in. "More, I want more."

With a sighed Mariotte smiled slightly. "If that's what you want." And kissed Puppen again, this time harder. Threading his fingers though Puppen's hair to hold him close. Puppen moaned and opened his mouth to the taller puppet master and again was surprise when Mariotte's tongue slipped inside.

Mariotte kissed Puppen with a hungry greediness that he had never show in anything else. Lust and the desire to mark, to claim Puppen as his very own was starting to overwhelm his senses. He pulled the small puppet master to his feet and spread him over the tabletop as his hands start their own quest to find and caress Puppen's naked flesh.

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In the living room Gertrude stood and stretched. The young demon decide to go the kitchen for some tea and maybe some cookies to snack on; only to back away from the kitchen doorway in mild shock. Mariotte and Puppen were in the middle of a serious make-out session. Gertrude bit his finger drawing blood then he set about a spell to block any sound that might come from the kitchen. Then he carefully crept back away from the kitchen. As much as he like the puppet masters company (not that he would admit to it) he had no desire to listen to them in throes of passion. With an oddly pleased smile plastered a crossed his face he went back to his reading. He had long suspected that Mariotte and Puppen were more than friends, but the way they tip-toed around each other sometimes was really annoying.

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Freed from his clothes Puppen laid bare to Mariotte's hungry glaze. Puppen might have felt embarrassed by his friend's hot stare but he was alright to far gone to care. Mariotte trailed his fingers down Puppen's naked flesh. "Oh, Puppen do you know how much I've thought about doing this," he whispered against the flesh he kissed and caressed.

"Mmm, tell me Mariotte." And Mariotte did without words. He rained kisses onto Puppen's face as his fingers and hands sought places to bring pleasure to his friend and lover. Every place where Puppen had cried out in pleasure was mark with soft kisses and sharp nips.

Something was building in him, something he had no name for. He tugged desperately at Mariotte's clothes, whining softly in the back of his throat. The whine grow louder with a desperate air when Mariotte pulled away to remove his own clothes. With a happy cry Puppen welcome Mariotte back into his arms. He kissed the taller puppet master with growing skill. Mariotte broke away with a small groan; he meet Puppen's eyes as he spoke clearly: "I'm going to make you scream."

Before Puppen could figure out what that statement meant, Mariotte had slid down his body to the center of his desire. He choked on a half form scream as the warmth of Mariotte's mouth surrounded him. His hand scrabbled for purchase on the hard wood tabletop. When Mariotte hmm'ed he screamed his hips buckling up only to be restrain by the other puppet master. Mariotte was pleased that Puppen seem to be enjoying himself, he wanted Puppen to enjoy this encounter. He fingered gently Puppen's anus to add to his lover's pleasure and to open the smaller puppet master to the final event.

Sensing Puppen's approaching orgasm Mariotte back away. Puppen whined and shocked his head, his body was alive and burning hot, he need something, something only Mariotte could gave him. Mariotte shifted until he could staring lovingly down at Puppen, then kissed him gently on the mouth. Puppen kissed Mariotte back and the taller puppet master prepare to enter his body. "I love you, Puppen," Mariotte whispered as he thrusted into Puppen quivering body.

Puppen cried out something incoherent and wrapped his arms around Mariotte kissed him. Together they began to rock slowly back and forth finding a rhythm as old as time. Mariotte held his lover closed as he could as he continue thrust into Puppen's willing body. He could feel himself reaching his limit and took of hold of Puppen's erection pumping it into to his own movement. Puppen screaming into Mariotte's mouth as he came. A wave powerful emotion swamped him and he collapsed into Mariotte's arms.

The taller puppet knew the moment when Puppen came, the inner walls of Puppen's anus clinch down around him milking him of his seed. He manage to thrust in a few times more before he came with a shout of his own. Laying half on and off the table Mariotte and Puppen simply laid there enjoying the afterglow of their about of sex. The silence only by the sounds of their frantic breathe returning to normal. Puppen snuggled against his lover, content to stay right there for some time. "Mmm, Mariotte?"

"Yes Puppen."

"I'm hungry." That brought a smile to Mariotte's face. "I guess I'll make you a snack." But either puppet master made a move to get up. Puppen snuggled closer to his friend and lover and whispered: "Thanks, Mariotte."

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Later that night, in their bed Mariotte smiled at his sleeping lover. He pulled out his secret diary and began to write. 'Today, Puppen and I became lovers. I don't know for sure but I think Gertrude know that we are lovers. Because when we went to bed he gave me a wicked grin and wish us a good night. He has never done that.' With sighed Mariotte closed the diary. He put the diary back into his bag and turned to curled up next to his lover and was pleased when Puppen began to cuddle with him.

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A/N: I thank all of you who choose to read this piece of crap. (I'm my own worse critic.) Helpful criticism is welcome and flames or rude comment will be ignore. Oh, I don't think Puppen or Mariotte feel things like pain in a normal sense of the word because in the first few pages Mariotte had a fist size hole punch though his body and he was very unconcern about it, but neither like fire or being burnt *shrugs*.