Gateau let his gaze roam down the body before him, taking in the pale, moon-drenched flesh that he was so hungering for. The blonde felt a telltale warmth wash over him as his eyes traced the raven tresses, spilling like oil over the boy's bare shoulders, gleaming with a platinum radiance in the moonlight. The smooth dip in his back where it curved slightly. How he longed to run his finger down the boy's spine, feeling his body shiver with ecstasy as he did. How he pined to bury his face into the sweet-smelling ebony mane, and rest his head in the space between Marron's chin and shoulder. How the desire burned within him to slide his hand up and down over the boy's slender waist, starting from his chest, and ending at his hips, and then possibly slithering down below that...Gateau heaved a small sigh...Bloody hormones...
Meanwhile, Marron's own body chemistry was in a similar state... He too was filled with longing, but not the same kind as the one within the muscular body next to him. Unlike the kind of dull ache Gateau was feeling, Marron's was more of a tugging feeling. He wanted the security that the older man had provided on that fateful night. He yearned to feel safe and sheltered....and loved. Marron sighed. No pain no gain. Even if the touch did hurt, he wanted it... Gateau tried not to look surprised as his heart skipped a beat and the boy turned over on his side to face him.
"Gateau...?" "Marron...? There was a heavy pause, and the blond could feel his heart accelerating, as Marron looked into his eyes, and finally said, in the meekest of whispers, "...hold me..." The pleading look on the boy's face was adorable. Gateau couldn't help but smile broadly as he took the trembling boy into his arms. As he held Marron gently to him, Gateau felt the boy's breathing grow shallow and ragged, as tremors raced up and down his body. Marron was frightened. He shook violently and whimpered slightly each time he exhaled. But he knew he had to face it or else it would haunt him and torment him for the rest of his life. Gripping the man's shirt in clenched fists, Marron buried his face in Gateau's strong chest. Keeping firm control over his wandering hands, Gateau kindly rubbed Marron's back to calm him, and whispered gently to the trembling boy. After a few tense minutes, this took astonishing effect, and Marron was soon resting peacefully in the man's arms. "Shhh..." Gateau soothed as he tenderly ran his fingertips over Marron's face, "I'll help you sleep." Marron's heart leapt as Gateau planted a soft kiss on his forehead. The boy closed his eyes and breathed a content sigh. "You sleep now Marron-Chan," Gateau said gently, "Sweet dreams, my love."
My love... The words echoed deep in the boy's mind, but he was at peace. Gateau was so kind...and warm...Marron didn't know whether he had it in him to return Gateau's affections...this feeling was very new and strange to him...but he couldn't help trusting Gateau to hold his fragile frame, without breaking it, or his heart. Someday, maybe he would find himself able to repay him, but for now.....
But Gateau, didn't want anything in return. As far as he was concerned, Marron had outdone himself already. Even after such a brutal and painful encounter, he was welcoming the man's embrace at last. He'd even asked for it, and that, Gateau thought, was enough for him.
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