Author's Note: Hey kids! This is a yaoi fic, which means it features a male/male sexual
relationship. So if that freaks you out, don't read it. This is dedicated to my good friend Mezra,
and, at her demand, will shortly be followed by a sequel. Mwah!
A Different Kind of Relaxation
Marron sighed and stretched his tired muscles before sliding into a sitting position along the cool
stone wall. He sat there, perfectly still, wallowing in the exquisite feeling of laziness and relaxation.
He supposed he probably had a stupid little smirk on his face...but he couldn't help it. His
companions were so high-maintenance that most doctors would probably pass out if they ever
took so much as a glance at his blood pressure. Sometimes he wondered if he was the only sane
one in this group. Well, whether he liked it or not, he was stuck with them. And he couldn't
honestly say that he didn't like his brother, or the Misu sisters, or Gateau, or Mille, for that matter.
He loved all of them in that grudging
"you-annoy-the-hell-out-of-me-but-I-couldn't-live-without-you" sort of way. It was just nice to get
some time alone.
He loosened the top of his tunic and sighed softly as the cool night air tickled his skin. He really
missed relaxation. When all of this was over, he was going to go on a vacation all by himself and
sleep fourteen hours a day and eat expensive fattening food for every meal and---
"Antisocial, eh, Marron?" He cringed. Mille. Well...better Mille than anyone else. Mille was the most
normal of the others, he supposed. And Mille was a crossdressing bisexual Haz Knight. That said a
lot about his group, now didn't it. I really need new friends... Marron thought to himself, smiling
slightly.
"No, just needed a few minutes to myself," he replied, straightening up a little.
"Oh...then I suppose I'm not helping," Mille said, flashing him a toothy smile.
"It's all right. I should've known it was impossible, anyway."
"I'll leave, if you want," the other man stated.
"No, it's fine. You could probably use a break from them, too. Although I would think that you'd
want to be over there chasing after Carrot." To Marron's surprise, Mille shrugged.
"Eh. There's no hope for Carrot. He's too heterosexual for me." Marron raised an eyebrow.
"Then why do you go after him like that?" Mille grinned.
"Because it's fun. You see how he reacts. It's hilarious," he said, his smile widening. Marron looked
down at the grass and chuckled. Mille was right; Carrot's reactions were pretty damn funny. But
he'd always thought that Mille's advances were genuine. The curly-haired man never ceased to
confuse him.
"So then...what do you look for in a man, Mille?" Marron asked. He had originally thought that all it
took to win Mille's heart was a pretty face, but apparently there was more to the Knight than that.
Mille glanced at him and sat down against a tree trunk a few feet away.
"Confidence. Beauty. Strength. The same things that everyone looks for in a partner. That's what
you see in Gateau, isn't it?" he asked. Marron nearly choked on his own saliva.
"You...how did...ARGH!" he sputtered, a raging blush burning his cheeks. Mille laughed, and the
pleasant sound echoed up to the stars.
"A man like me notices things, Marron. You're not very good at hiding those shy little glances."
They sat in silence for a few moments. Mille could sense how uncomfortable Marron was now that
someone else knew the secret workings of his heart. He was sure that Marron's cheeks were still
burning, but continued anyway. "Why do you want to hide it, anyway? Why don't you just knock
that big oaf down and ride him until you're satisfied? I'm sure he wouldn't object."
"Mille! Damn it...you hentai!"
"You can't tell me it hasn't crossed your mind." Marron growled, frustrated.
"That's the problem. It's not normal. I mean...why can't I just be like Carrot?" he said, frowning
intensely.
"Carrot chases after anything with breasts and internal genitalia. Would you really want to be like
that?" Mille asked.
"No. Maybe. I don't know."
"Trust me, you don't want to be like that. What you do want is Gateau."
"I...guess," Marron admitted, the blush renewing itself across his cheeks.
"See, that wasn't so hard," Mille said, smiling.
"Well it's easy to admit to you. You understand. The others..."
"Carrot's your brother. He'll always stand by you, no matter what. Chocolat and Tira might as well
be your sisters. They'll understand. And we needn't discuss Gateau," Mille said with a
conspiratorial wink.
"But what about---"
"Who cares, Marron. This is your life, and your happiness. You don't need anyone's approval."
Marron leaned back against the wall and sighed, rubbing his eyes.
"It's not that simple," he murmured.
"It is, Marron," Mille said, so close that it made him jump. "You just have to let go."
"Of...what...?" Marron said haltingly, trying to back away from Mille, who was slowly advancing. He
had no success; he was already against the wall.
"Stereotypes." The word was accompanied by a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth.
"Misconceptions." Another kiss. "Prejudices." Another. "Fear." And another. And soon Mille's lips
were over his, gently coaxing his mouth open with surprising skill. It wasn't that Marron had never
kissed anyone; he'd just never kissed anyone that possessed Mille's mastery. Mille teased his
lower lip with his tongue, nibbled his upper lip with his teeth, and generally worshipped the soft
flesh until Marron gave in. The kiss instantly became even better as their tongues met and battled,
both grappling for dominance and neither truly winning. Marron's head was pounding and his eyes
were slipping closed under Mille's onslaught. He tried his best to keep up, but had to lean back and
break the kiss when Mille moved forward and straddled him. It didn't deter the other man; Mille
just continued, kissing and sucking his jaw and throat.
"Mille..." Marron said, feeling slightly panicked.
"Shh."
"But---"
"Shh." Mille pushed the tunic off Marron's pale, exquisitely shaped shoulders. The white fabric
pooled around his elbows as the other man set his mouth loose on the burning skin of his chest. A
thousand pleasurable tinglings came to him as Mille ran his fingers lightly down his sides. He
gasped at the sensation and felt his muscles tremble as Mille switched his attention to his rapidly
hardening nipples. He suckled gently, expertly, the actions of his tongue causing Marron's
heartrate to soar and a pleasant, tight warmth to settle in his loins. He could not resist burying his
fingers in Mille's dark, messy locks. They were soft and fragrant, and Marron found himself
wondering if the rest of Mille's body was as beautiful as his hair. Mille raised his head and smiled,
his violet eyes slightly dulled with passion.
"See? It's not so bad..." he said, before leaning down to capture Marron's now-willing lips in
another fervent kiss. Marron pressed into the kiss, his hands still locked in Mille's hair. He gave
Mille free run of his mouth, but also delved deeply into his, tasting, experimenting, seeing what the
other man reacted to. As they settled into a gentle play of tongues, Marron's hands wandered from
the dark curls to the sash at Mille's waist. He untied it somehow, his hands barely fumbling in their
purpose. Mille purred softly as the cool night air touched his skin, but caught Marron's hands
before they could settle on his muscled torso.
"Ah ah..." he said, his tongue flickering over Marron's lower lip. "I'm in charge, for now..." Marron
felt his adrenaline surge at the dangerous but deliriously sexy tone in Mille's voice. He did not have
time to think on his meaning, however. The rest of his clothing was gone with a few quick moves
of Mille's hands. "Now," he said, his fingers trailing maddeningly across Marron's stomach and
abdomen, "try not to make too much noise, unless you want an audience."
His lips blazed over the ridges of Marron's stomach, and Marron shuddered softly. He knew what
Mille was going to do. Oh, did he ever. And he wanted it. Wanted it so badly that he had to dig his
fists into the grass to still them. It was quite an effort to keep quiet when Mille's mouth began its
sensual assault on his aching erection.
He panted, his fingers curling in an effort to keep himself from begging. Mille was a supreme
tease; his tongue danced fleetingly over the head of his penis, sending brief shots of ecstasy
searing through Marron's body.
"Mille...onegai..." he managed, his hips raising as far as Mille's hands would allow. Mille complied
with his wishes after a moment, his lips descending over the warm, throbbing flesh. Marron
breathed through his teeth. He wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He couldn't risk anyone seeing
this...or anyone knowing how much he was enjoying it. He watched Mille as he worked; his eyes
were closed, long lashes settled on his slightly flushed cheeks, and his mouth...Gods, Marron had
never before met anything so divine. It slid up and down over his shaft with the occasional soft,
wet sound, leaving the exceedingly sensitive flesh to glisten in what little light there was. Mille
moved slowly at first, but picked up his pace as Marron began to vocalize his pleasure. The other
man's mewling cries were soft but powerful; they tickled the desire that Mille had thus far been
able to control. Marron was a beautiful man, a specimen of god-like beauty. And it had seemed for
a while that Marron was just as untouchable as a god. So Mille had chased after Carrot to ease the
pangs of unrecognized yearning. Until the day when he'd noticed the curious dynamic between
Marron and Gateau; with that day came the realization that Marron wasn't so far out of his reach.
And while he still chased after Carrot, it was for the reason he'd told Marron - because it was
amusing. He knew that after this wonderful interlude he'd have to surrender the raven-haired
mage to Gateau. But it was all right; once was all he really needed. And if it made Marron happy,
well...it was all right with him.
The intensity of his moans was growing, and Mille gently squeezed his thighs to remind him to
keep quiet if he could. He knew Marron didn't want an audience, and he didn't really want one
either. He would be very, very unhappy if this was interrupted before it ran its course.
Marron bit his lip hard, knowing that he was getting a bit too loud. But he couldn't help it. It felt
incredible, and it only continued to increase. He had not thought that such bliss was possible. But...
An intense pang of ecstasy shot through him. His hands clamped into Mille's hair once again. His
mouth opened in a silent scream as he arched back and thrust his hips up to Mille. White light
exploded behind his eyelids as he climaxed, the all-encompassing pleasure of the orgasm
drowning out all of his other senses.
He came back to himself at the sound of Mille's soft laughter.
"My, my, I didn't think I was that good," Mille said, leaning down to place a feather-soft kiss on
his lips.
"Mmm," Marron said, relaxing his taut muscles. Speech was still a bit beyond his means at the
moment. He lay there for a few moments, warm and comfortable under Mille's weight.
"Marron?"
"Hmm?" he responded faintly. Mille shifted slightly on top of him, propping himself up too look
down into Marron's half-lidded eyes. He was even more gorgeous like this, with a post-orgasm
glow accentuating his elegant beauty. His ivory cheeks were slightly flushed, his body slick with a
fragrant sweat, and his lips redder than usual - perhaps bruised, perhaps just responding to sexual
contact. He was exquisite. Mille felt his endorphins swell as he looked at him.
"Marron...may I be allowed the supreme pleasure of making love to you?" he asked after a few
more seconds of contemplation. Marron blinked, his face faltering slightly. Mille noticed and cursed
inwardly; it was his first time. No one just dove in the first time. He certainly hadn't, and to this
day he was very seldom on the receiving end of things. But...ohhh, how he wanted this
understated sex god of a mage... "You don't have to, Marron. It's perfectly all right if you say no. I
understand," he compensated, dropping a little kiss on the tip of the other man's nose.
"I...don't suppose I can sleep on it," Marron said, frowning.
"Of course you can, if that's what you want," Mille said, starting to get up. But two surprisingly
quick hands caught his arms and pulled him back down.
"Stay. I don't need to think anymore. Yes." It was Mille's turn to blink and look slightly bewildered.
"Are you sure? I mean...I won't lie to you, it hurts."
"I know...but...dammit, Mille, I don't need to second-guess myself right now. I said yes, now take
me before I lose my nerve and change my mind!" Mille laughed again, a sound that Marron was
beginning to like.
"Well look who's the closet dominatrix!" he said, smiling broadly.
"Don't you wish..." Marron said, grinning a dangerous little grin. "I bet I look fantastic in leather."
Judging by the look on Mille's face, he was having a rather vivid mental picture of just that. Marron
had to stifle a giggle.
"NOW you've done it," Mille said, pulling him up off the ground. "I'm afraid I won't be able to stop
myself, after that delicious little visual aid." He gently positioned Marron on his hands and knees in
front of him, lustily overlooking this new side of his lover. Sculpted, graceful back, dazzling muscle
tone, and a perfect, taut little butt. Nothing less than he had expected, upon eyeing the mage from
afar. But this...gods, he had to get some gratification soon, because he was starting to literally
ache with desire.
"Now," he said soothingly, stroking Marron's back with one hand and licking two of his fingers on
the other hand, "I want you to relax. Relaxing is the best thing you can do." He wished that he
could see the other man's face as he began to slowly and gently probe his opening. His body
tightened but then gradually loosened as Mille worked one finger in, then two, stretching and
preparing the tight ring of muscle. He wished he had some type of lubricant, but he hadn't come
here with the intention of having sex with Marron. Well, at least not the realistic intention,
anyway. But he couldn't wait much longer. The warmth inside of Marron was so tantalizing, and he
was so aroused that it was difficult to think. He removed his fingers and leaned over the other
man, his erection brushing the back of his thigh.
"Marron, if it hurts, just...squeeze my hand. Ok? And if you want me to stop, just tell me."
"Ok," Marron said quietly, placing his fingers over Mille's. Mille kissed him between his shoulder
blades, wishing it didn't have to be painful for him. But that's how it was, and he knew that Marron
could take it.
He pushed inside of him slowly and gently, instantly feeling the pressure of Marron's hand on his.
But it was bested by the breathtaking pleasure of finally being within this beautiful man. He waited
a moment for Marron's tenseness to dissipate, and when it did, he began to pump slowly and
shallowly. He was determined to find Marron's pleasure spot before he really let himself go. He
had no luck for what seemed a whole minute, but then, after a slight adjustment of his angle,
Marron gasped and the pressure on his hand was gone. Mille thrust a little harder, and his partner
gave a small sound of pleasure.
Marron felt him pick up his pace and went with it, moving his body with Mille's so he could feel that
delightful sensation again. It was so different from the pleasure of before; so different, but no less
potent. In fact, he thought, as Mille hit that spot again, it might be even better than the former oral
adventure. His inhibitions were breaking down with each deep, powerful penetration. He felt Mille's
hands grasp his hips, pulling him back even harder against his penis. Marron gasped, first from
pain, but then from shameless pleasure; Mille was past the spot now, and was rubbing on it with
each and every aggressive thrust.
"Oh...my...God..." was all he could say as Mille continued without relent.
"You like that...?" Mille asked breathlessly in his ear, his tongue flickering over the lobe.
"God...yesssssssss...." Marron answered, the last syllable rising in volume to a sensuous moan.
"Tell me...exactly...how much...you like it," Mille purred. A wash of pleasure seeped through
Marron's body. It was something in Mille's tone, something in the sexy huskiness of his voice and
the nature of his demand that turned him on immensely. He never would have thought that talking
dirty would get him so hot and bothered, but this was Mille. Mille was full of surprises.
Another one of those surprises caught him as Mille's hand came around to grip his erection.
Marron's eyes went wide and he whimpered as Mille stroked him in time with his thrusts. He didn't
think he could form coherent words right now; just impassioned little moans and cries. And
suddenly he wanted to feel more than just this. He wanted to feel the other man all over him, to
have every fiber of his being touched by his newfound - and exceedingly skilled - lover. He leaned
back against the slight protest of Mille's hands until his back rested against the other man's sweaty
chest and his head against his shoulder.
"Marron..." Mille gasped, trying very hard to control himself.
"Ahhh...don't stop, Mille..." he purred, turning his head to nip at Mille's cheek. Mille had to squeeze
his eyes shut and clench his jaw to prevent himself from losing it right then. He couldn't; not yet,
not yet. Marron first...as difficult as it was, Marron first... But, oh god, orgasm was creeping up on
him, and he wouldn't be able to stop it if he didn't slow things down. He willed himself to slow his
pace and then gently disengaged himself from Marron.
"Miilllllllllllleeee," Marron whined softly, turning and pulling him down to the ground next to him. "I
said not to stop..." he pouted, assaulting him with kisses, nibbles, and gentle touches in all the
right places. This was not the Marron he knew; this man was a sizzling, seductive body of pure
sexuality. He had thought Marron would be a quiet, submissive lover, someone he could lead and
dominate, but this was absolutely not the case. He didn't think he was even in control anymore.
Marron's legs were around him, encircling him, pulling him close. He lifted his hips to admit him
and tightened the muscles in his legs, inching Mille ever closer.
"Mille..." he purred, playing with a strand of his hair and locking eyes with him. "Don't you want
me?"
"Of course, baka," he smiled. He was so damned sexy; how could he stand up to this? "Now I
don't want to hear another word out of you, unless it's my name."
"Same to you," Marron said, his hypnotic eyes never leaving Mille's.
"Glad we understand each other," Mille said, moving forward to claim him once again. He guided
himself in slowly, reveling in the sensation of Marron's tight, hot insides swallowing each inch of his
manhood. He exhaled through his teeth and began to thrust hard and fast, leaning over his
writhing lover to hold him in place.
Marron didn't bother to control his voice now; what was the point? He spent far too much time
being mature and controlled anyway. Besides, he could tell that his vocalizations were getting to
Mille. He liked having a little bit of power over him. He leaned back and arched his body up to his
lover, moaning his name.
Mille was quickly being overtaken by his instincts, and he let himself go. He screwed Marron like it
was Armageddon and he'd never get laid ever again after tonight. Marron's body went rigid after a
few minutes of intense union and he let out a strangled cry. Mille felt a sticky warmth between
them and looked down just in time to see his face as he came. His sultry lips were parted, his eyes
shut and his eyebrows knitted in an expression that could have been pain or pleasure if the
onlooker wasn't on top of - and inside - him. The muscles inside of Marron tightened and loosened
around him, only serving to increase the amazing sensation. It was more than Mille could take, but
still he tried to hold out. It was extremely difficult; he felt as if his entire lower half had been
turned into an amorphous mass of quivering pleasure.
Marron recovered quickly this time, and used his legs to propel Mille further into him. He threaded
his arms around Mille's back and pulled him down so their bodies rubbed together with every
movement.
"Come, Mille," he whispered, licking along his jawline. "Come inside of me." That was it. The sultry
voice, the heavy, fogged eyes, the beauty, the smell, the pleasure--
He convulsed as he thrust into Marron one last time, spilling himself in a fantastic burst of radiant
ecstasy. He didn't know what he screamed or what he did for the next few moments; his brain was
far too overwhelmed with awareness of the joy in his loins. Things didn't make sense for an
indiscriminate time, and then he began to calm, lulled by a deep, rhythmic sound. He blinked, his
eyes opening slowly. He was still on top of Marron, his head leaning against his toned, moist chest.
That sound...it was his lover's heartbeat.
He sighed, shifting slightly. He had never felt so...glorious. Of course, he had just had
mind-blowing sex with the most magnificent man in the universe.......
"Marron?" he ventured.
"Hmmmm?" came the vague reply.
"Was I loud?" A slight chuckle rumbled in Marron's chest.
"Very."
"Gomen..."
"It's all right. That was worth a few weird glances." Mille felt himself flush slightly at this
commentary.
"Well...should we get going? I mean, if you don't want them to think we're---"
"Doing what we just did?"
"Ehhmmm...yes."
"Don't worry about it, Mille. I'm content to stay right here all night."
"Hm. So am I," Mille agreed, lifting his chin and kissing Marron deeply. Their tongues weaved and
danced as they subtly tasted each other, memorizing the tang of mouth and skin. They explored
each other gently for the next few hours and made love again around dawn, after which they fell
asleep in each other's arms.
Noon the next day:
"Where the hell are Marron and Mille?" Carrot asked, frowning. "Mille I don't mind being gone, but
what the hell...Marron never pulls stuff like this."
"Maybe he's becoming more like you. Big Mama save us..." muttered Chocolat, rolling her eyes.
"I'm sure he'll be back." At that exact moment Mille popped out of the trees next to Carrot. Carrot
jumped and recoiled.
"Ahh! Mille!"
"Good morning, dearest!" Mille bubbled.
"Ug..." Carrot said, slinking away. "Do you have any idea where Marron is?"
"Nope. Haven't seen him! I'm sure he's just meditating somewhere," Mille said, sitting down to the
remnants of their breakfast.
"Should we go look for him?" Tira asked.
"Mille's probably right, but..."
"Hey Mille...what happened to your wrist?" Gateau asked suddenly, gesturing. Mille blinked, then
looked down at the aforementioned hand. There was a rather blatant bruise there, big, in the
shape of fingers...he remembered telling Marron to squeeze his hand if he hurt him the night
before. A flush rose to his cheeks, but he forced himself to maintain his usual air
of...airheadedness.
"Oh!" he said, shrugging. "I don't know. I probably just slept funny or banged it on something."
Oh, he had banged something, all right...
He bit his lip both to stifle a laugh and to end that train of thought. They really had to stop looking
at him like that before he shriveled up and died... Luckily, Chocolat brought them back to reality.
"Well? Marron?"
"Yeah...let's go."
Mille exhaled and couldn't help laughing as he poked the slightly burnt food around. He smiled at
the touch of now-familiar hands on his shoulders.
"Where'd everyone go?" Marron asked.
"To look for you."
"And where did you tell them I was?"
"Meditating somewhere."
"That works," he said, reaching onto Mille's plate and stealing some of his food. "Damn, I'm
famished."
"As well you should be."
"Mille?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks. I...really, really needed that. And...anytime we're alone...I'll gladly support an encore
performance."
"We're alone now..." Mille said, glancing at him devilishly.
"But if they come back while we're...that would be bad. Carrot would probably have a heart
attack. And Gateau would never speak to me again."
"How do you know? Maybe he'd want to join us."
"Mille, you are such a pervert."
"You love it."
"Mm hmm," Marron said, leaning down and kissing him lightly on the lips. "I absolutely do."
*~End~*
