‘...Gateau...,’ he whispered. ‘Oh, Gateau...’ The boy’s breath came in ragged gasps as he pulled the large man closer in to his body.
Shuddering in pleasure, he moved his hands up the boy’s bare back, underneath the black hair. ‘Ha!’ It wasn’t a word, nor was it a laugh, but more of a forceful exhalation.
Black hair fell over his chest as the boy moved his lips over the man’s lips. He bit and sucked them hungrily, as though the older boy tasted of marzipan. The black-haired boy slid one of his skilled hands between his partner’s legs. Their tongues met inside their mouths, touching, probing, seeking. The boy rocked against his body, and brought both hands up to caress the tanned chest in front of him.
‘Oh,’ the black-haired one breathed into his lover’s chest. The smooth, pale hands moved deftly up his chest, up his neck, and settled on the sides of the strong-jawed face. The supple lips came down again, a hail of kisses moving from his lips, to his neck, to his chest. His hands followed, sliding down his damp chest, sending shivers up the man’s spine. The gorgeous mouth moved further, further...
“Oh, God, Marron!”
“Gateau, wake up.”
Snorting, Gateau stirred and opened his eyes quickly. The familiar face, beautiful and pale,was close to his own. Marron was crouched at his side.
Had it been real, then? Had all that glorious love really taken shape between the two of them?
Judging by the slightly worried, expectant look on the boy’s face, Gatea guessed not.
“Sorry,” Gateau said weirdly, a little gruffly. “Is it really late?”
Marron nodded. “The others went to town for supplies,” he said. “They’re going to be back tonight.”
“Then we have some time to ourselves,” he said with a lecherous smirk, sitting up.
A dangerous look passed over Marron’s face as he regarded the hulking blonde.
Surprised, Gateau ventured, “What wrong, Marron?”
“Nothing, Gateau. Go back to sleep.”
He watched Marron as he stalked away into the forest. Then he lay back down, feeling the hard ground under his body. He exhaled deeply. What had just happened? Why had Marron turned him down? Not long ago, Marron had confessed that he had amorous feelings for Gateau.
Then they had gone back on the job, and Marron had no less than completely ignored the blonde’s presence. The few come-ons, or gentle touches Gateau had attempted to make, Marron had coldly brushed off, as he had in the past. He lay there for several minutes trying to fathom what the boy was up to.
Getting up, Gateau rolled his shoulders a couple of times before he put the heavy leather plates over his shoulders. He meandered in the direction that Marron had gone. He walked a ways before he heard running water. Maybe the lad was taking a bath in the stream.
He came to the stream, rather wide and only about a foot deep. The icy water flowed by at a comfortable rate. And, as Gateau had expected, the raven-tressed boy was in the water, submerged. Then Gateau noticed something odd. The lad was still wearing his clothes. Maybe he was trying to avoid washing them seperately? Somehow, the man doubted it.
He watched for a few moments, and Marron didn’t move. He didn’t open his eyes, he didn’t make to come up for air, and he certainly wasn’t washing his garments.
Gateau stepped quickly into the stream and bent down to pick up Marron. Underneath the boy’s body was a rather large tree limb he hadn’t noticed before. His body was limp in Gateau’s arms, and the huge man’s heartbeat quickened with worry. He lay the lad’s delicate frame on the soft grass on the river bank.
He put his head to Marron’s cold, wet chest. He couldn’t hear a heartbeat. He felt for the pulse. Maybe it was there, very slow and shallow, maybe it wasn’t. Shuddering at the thought, Gateau leaned over the beauty’s broken body. Pinching the perfect nose, he titled back Marron’s head so that his mouth was open. Lowering his lips, he breathed deeply into the boy’s mouth. He moved his head back, then came down upon the lips once more with another burst of air. A third time, he forced his own breath into Marron’s body. Then Gateau released Marron’s nose and pushed hard three times on his narrow chest. No water came out of the lungs.
Resolving to try it again, Gateau bent over and pinched the boy’s nose. He breathed into the beautifully formed mouth, took a breath, and breathed again. When his second breath was halfway out of his lips, the lad caughed water mixed with bile into Gateau’s mouth. Inadvertinantly, Gateau swallowed the liquid and kept kissing the boy’s yeilding lips in absolute releif.
He wasn’t really concsious. Gateau knew it was probably very wrong, but he couldn’t help himself. There, leaning over the broken body, he flew at the lips, unstopped by Marron’s dignity and fright. He took the overly pale face in his hands and covered it with kisses. He kissed the boy’s lightly veined eyelids, his lips, his cheeks, his eyebrows.
“You’re alive,” he whispered thankfully into Marron’s cold skin. The breath came gently in and out of the boys open lips. All he could do was wish that Marron was awake to say yes.
Finally, he controlled himself enough to move away from his love’s body. He picked Marrron up like a groom gathers up his bride to step across the threshold of their new house. Only the “bride’s” head hung back limply, his arms dangling oddly.
As Gateau pushed through the woods, the soaked boy in his embrace, Marron let out a low, pitiful, pained moan. What had Marron broken in that fall? What had he been doing in the tree above the stream? Had he meant to do it? All these were questions Gateau had no way of answering.
He made it into the place where they had camped the previous night, and lay the child’s slender frame out on the ground. He took a rolled cloth from one of the sleeping mats and slid it under Marron’s head. He proceeded, furiously, to undress Marron. It was not his desire causing him to do this, but the obvious need for Marron to get rid of his soaking garments.
“... Gateau...” Marron murmered in a barely audible, far-away voice as his eyes half opened. Under any other circumstances, Gateau probably would have thrilled unendingly to hear Marron whisper his name as he was being undressed, but given the situation, he could hardly find it in his heart to be excited.
Gateau unpeeling Marron’s leg bindings and stripped off the sopping white trousers. Finally, he gently took off the boy’s shoes, revealing slender pale feet that looked as though they had been bound, they were so small.
Marron’s bare body began to shudder with the cold. A rather chill breeze was blowing by, and Gateau thought he should wrap the fragile body up in blankets. But first he had to check Marron’s body for injuries. It wouldn’t do to let him go unchecked.
He gently lay Marron out on his back atop his sleeping mat. The left side of the boy’s face was quite red and swollen, with scratches along the cheek. Gateau’s strong hands tested the chest for injuries. The ribs on the right side seemed to be rather tender; Marron let a harsh gasp as the blonde pushed on them. The left arm, it seemed, had taken the impact when Marron fell, mostly in the elbow and lower arm. The left hip, also, was beginning to turn a deep purple. The youth's back was beginning to bruise, too, and tiny abrasions marred the left shoulderblade. From what Gateau could surmise from the injuries incurred, Marron had fallen from the tree, twisting in the air so that his left side hit the rocky river bottom. Then the young man had rolled over and had been tugged a little way by the river’s current.
Then he wrapped Marron’s own woolen blanket around the delicate frame. As he eased the lad into a slightly more upright position so that he could cover his back, he let out a pained moan. His teeth clacked, and his shallow breathing was rather uneven. Gateau then took his own blanket and wrapped it arond the shivering boy.
He slowly moved his legs so that he was sitting Indian-style, mindful of the fragile body in his lap. Once he had Marron situated against his body, Gateau removed shoulder armour so that he could sit more comfortably.
From out of the red around Marron’s left eye, blueish grey began to appear along the side of his face and on his cheekbone. Gingerly, Gateau pressed against the brusing area, and Marron whimpered wretchedly.
Stroking the cold, wet hair, he smiled slightly, and whispered, “And you think your brother gets into a lot of trouble...”
Gateau sat with Marron on his lap for the hours that remained of the day. The stunning youth drifted in and out of concsiousness. Gateau let him nap as he would, seeing no point in trying to keep the boy awake.
At one point, some time shortly after the sun had reached its apex in the sky, Marron awoke, and murmered after a few moments of bleary observance, “Apples.”
Furrowing his brow, Gateau leaned closer and asked, “What?” It was the first thing he had said since he had whispered Gateau’s name, and he had chosen to say ‘Apples.’
“Apples,” he repeated distantly. Perhaps it made sense in his mind. He paused for a moment, as though he needed to collect his thoughts. “Apples in the tree.”
“Oh,” said Gateau slowly. “Uh, OK, Marron...”
“Could have killed me,” he drawled in a slurred voice.
“Hush now, Marron-chan,” said the older man kindly, stroking Marron’s right cheek with the back of his hand. “Go back to sleep.”
Marron smiled slightly, vaguely, and soon after drifted back into his shallow slumber.
At one point late into the afternoon, as the sun setting pink beyond the trees, Gateau shifted his position because his legs were falling asleep, and Marron awoke. He looked up at Gateau with those golden eyes. “Sorry, Marron,” Gateau said quietly. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I had a dream, you know,” he said in a just audible voice.
“Hmmm?” said Gateau gently.
It was a long time before Marron answered. Gateau had begun to wonder whether he had fallen back to sleep, when he spoke. “In it, you were doing things to me... Things I had never even dreamed possible... Good things...”
The muscular blonde chuckled softly. “I’ve had those dreams,” he said with a sly smile.
“I was weeping in the dream, and all you did was kiss away the tears...”
With what seemed to be a contented sigh, he sunk into sleep once again. When Gateau was quite sure he was asleep again, he planted a tender kiss on Marron’s soft lips.
Just then, there was the noise of feet and supply bags and an all-too-familiar voice. “AAH!! My deviant pervert teammate is corrupting my younger brother!”
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