ITOSHIGO
That evening, Marron came home to find the front hall dark. Looking around suspiciously, he hung his coat on the coat rack. Marron removed his shoes and but his satchel under the coat rack. Knowing better than to call out, he simply padded quietly down the hall, past the shuttered windows with their curtains drawn. He turned to corner into the living room only to be surprised by the glow of numerous candles, placed on every surface, making the room shrinelike, sultry.
Smiling, Marron sat down on the sofa as he knew he was probably supposed to do. On the coffee table in front of him, illuminated by several shimmering candles, was a note written on brittle paper... Look up, it said.
Still smirking slightly, Marron obeyed, and noticed Gateau’s large form as a dark shadow leaning in the corner. Marron rose and walked over to his lover. When he reached the blonde, he rested a hand on the broad chest, leaning in for a kiss. But Gateau grabbed his hand and stopped his movement.
“Come on,” he whispered in his lover’s ear. “Follow me.”
Gateau led Marron through the living room and into the kitchen. Marron gasped as he saw the kitchen. A bowl of roses and floating candles was illuminating the middle of the table, which was set for a dinner of two.
“... Gateau...”
The warrior seated the smaller man at one side of the table, and then proceeded to serve the first course before sitting down. After a few moments of quietly sipping their soup, Marron spoke up.
“So, what’s the occasion?”
Gateau smirked playfully. “We’re having a baby.”
The first course went by without much further conversation. Then Gateau took up the bowls and set down several plates of beautifully-arranged sushi.
“Gateau, when did you have time for all this?” asked Marron, a look of near ecstasy on his face as he bit into a piece of eel nigiri.
Gateau hesitated. “Actually... I didn’t.”
“What?”
“It’s takeout.” Marron laughed. Gateau frowned. “You know I can’t cook a lick, Marron-chan.”
“That’s such a lie!” Marron shot back affectionately.
“Unless you count tea, which -”
“Which I do...” Marron smiled widely. “You know something...”
“What?”
“Suddenly, I’m not so hungry anymore.”
“Oh?” asked Marron’s lover, cocking his eyebrow.
“Well, not for food...” The black-haired one leaned across the table and locked the blonde in a passionate kiss.
“Mmmm... Point taken,” Gateau said once they broke apart. “Do you want to go upstairs?”
Marron raised his eyebrows indifferently.
“Right here?” Gateau sounded a little surprised.
“No...” Marron replied contemplatively. “I was thinking on the living room floor. It’s a little bit better lighting in there...”
Still breathing hard, Gateau leaned up on one elbow and spoke. “... Marron...”
The black-haired man looked up from where he was sprawled on the hardwood floor.
“... I have something to show you...” He searched the floor for his pants, and when he found them, he removed a small box from the right pocket. By the time he got back, Marron had sat up and was watching him. Gateau leaned forward and kissed Marron, who arched his back and moaned slightly. Taking advantage of their proximity, Gateau took Marron’s hand and placed the small, soft box in his hand. Breaking the kiss, Gateau whispered in his lover’s ear, “Open it,” before sitting back to watch.
Marron, his eyes shimmering in the candlelight, opened the box. He gasped. The candlelight reflected two smooth gold bands.
“Marron,” whispered Gateau, “will you marry me?”
There was a pause as Marron stared at the rings. “No.”
Gateau let out a hurt sigh... After a long moment, Gateau reached out to take the ring box back, saying, “Al-alright, Marron... I’m sor -”
“No,” said Marron clutching his hand, with the box in it, against his chest.
“Marron?”
“Gateau, I do want to marry you. Gods, I want to put that ring on my finger right now. But not until after... After I’ve spent my time with Eclaire, then I will put that ring on my finger, and keep it on until the day I die. But I don’t want to be engaged to you if I’m not going to be faithful.” Gateau seemed a little surprised. “Gateau, I feel that to be engaged to you as I make love to your sister is wrong, wholly morally wrong... I couldn’t do it...”
“Oh, gods, Marron,” Gateau whispered, blinking away a tear. “I love you.”
“May I keep these,” Marron asked humbly, lowering his hand from his chest, looking at the box, “until that day?”
“Gods, yes,” Gateau replied before kissing Marron again. Marron kissed him back, his tongue aggressively probing Gateau’s mouth. Gateau moaning quietly as his love slowly pressed his entire weight upon him, not that Marron weighed that much, even as an adult, but the closeness was maddening. Marron’s lips were suddenly making their way down his neck, down his chest... “Again?” he asked breathlessly.
Marron looked up to look Gateau in the eyes, and the blonde was secretly disappointed to break the contact. “Do you mind?” asked the golden-eyed man. Marron broke his gaze and flicked his tongue across Gateau’s nipple, eliciting a throaty moan from the other man. “Mmmm, didn’t think so...”
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