ITOSHIGO
Gateau woke up the next morning with the perfect idea, only to find that Marron was already awake and out of bed. In fact, the smell of food wafting through the house seemed to suggest that he was downstairs making breakfast.
He sprung out of bed and dressed quickly, and padded, or, rather, thudded, downstairs.
“Good morning, Kitten!” he called as he waltzed into the kitchen. There was Marron, wearing only his pants, standing over a frying pan with omelette in it. He stalked up behind Marron and draped his arms around his shoulders.
“Look out, Gateau,” he warned genially, “hot frying pan. Don’t want to spoil your breakfast!”
“Right,” the blonde replied with a smile, sitting down at the round table. He helped himself to some of the tea that was sitting on the table. He sipped the scalding tea, watching Marron cut the sweet egg into strips and attach it to small pads of rice.
Marron happened to be, much to Gateau’s constant delight, a fabulous cook. He could’ve been a professional chef, if he’d gotten the training. Instead, he was teaching at the school, Master of Magic. Gateau also had a position there, as Second Combat Master. Marron ranked higher than he did, and was a tough taskmaster at times, but he loved the children. He was great with the students - an excellent teacher. Gateau enjoyed it, too. Neither of them would have given up their positions for anything.
His lover put down the tray the tray of sushi and seated himself. Gateau stretched across the table to give Marron a sloppy kiss. Sitting back, Gateau looked at Marron, and murmured, “Gods, I love you.”
“Why, because I make good tomago?” teased Marron.
“No, because you’re absolutely perfect.”
“Mmmm,” replied Marron, taking his turn leaning across the table to kiss his lover.
After Gateau had eaten his fill, he looked up at Marron, who had been watching him with a gentle smile on his face.
“I had a thought last night, about our conversation last night...” Gateau began.
“Hmmm?” said Marron, calmly sipping his tea.
He gulped, and said one word: “Eclaire.”
Marron sputtered. “What?!”
“Eclaire could be the mother...”
“Gateau, that’s incest!”
“I thought we decided you were going to be the one to do, Marron-chan...”
“We never decided anything! And we certainly didn’t decide that!”
He tried to reckon with his lover. “Marron -”
“I’m not making love my my sister-in-law.”
“Your what? We aren’t married, Marron.”
“I know that! But it’s the same thing, nevertheless.”
“Look, Marron, you’re the one who wanted a child... I think it’s a wonderful idea, I’d love a child, but neither of us can come up with a better idea...”
“I ... just... Gateau, I love you. It feels wrong. I’m not really comfortable with the idea of...”
Gateau reached across the table and caught Marron’s face in his large hand. “I’ll write to Eclaire, and see how she feels... Maybe it’ll happen, maybe not. But I think it’s worth a try...”
Marron hesitated for long seconds. “O... Okay...”
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