Author’s Notes: It’s a typical story. It was a dark and stormy night, and a fair damsel (er, fire mage, whatever) is left alone in her (his) castle (uhm, cabin). She (he!) hears the sounds of an intruder, only to discover that it in, in fact, no burglar, but her (HIS, dammit!) handsome lover, come to kiss away the worries the storm has brought with it.
Achem, in other words, it’s Plotless, no duh! Yaoi Lemon PWP!!! If you can’t handle such things, my little chickadees, then fly away. Go hide if you find two men willfully screwing each other like minks too squickish for your little minds. Yes, I reiterate: Yaoi Lemon PWP!!!

Long, Hard Rain
by Yaeko

Lightning struck through the air with a magical speed. Through the whorls of the thick glass window, it seemed not a phenomenon of nature at all, but a powerful magic of the heavens.
With the brilliance of a supernova, a particularly loud and furious blast of lightning and thunder exploded synonymously in the dark sky, feeling like fireworks. The energy of the blast rolled, tingling, over his skin, leaving his ears feeling as though they had been popped and his heart thudding from the mercuric thrill. His breathing hitched slightly and his body tensed with the shock.
White-pink lines of light streaked through the charcoal sky as the rain slammed down onto every surface.
Tucking a strand of long, black hair behind his ear, he leaned back in his chair by the window. Sipping at his tea, he wondered how the others were. The storm had blackened the sky so quickly that he worried they wouldn’t have had time to reach sufficient shelter.
He felt guilty he hadn’t gone with them. Not that his presence would have improved their situation at all, but there he was, sitting pretty, all dry and warm, while they suffered in the storm. But they had insisted. They didn’t believe him when he told them that he was fine.
He was quite embarrassed about his fall into the river two days before. He’d been following last in their line, as usual, and the small bridge they’d been crossing had given out under him. Due to the weight of his pack, which had held most of the team’s cooking gear, the river, flooded over and strong from the season’s many storms, had carried him a good ways downstream before he had managed to grab onto a fallen tree. He hauled himself up out of the water, and waited in the cold mud for the others to reach him.
Gateau had carried him the rest of the way to their cabin, despite his protests. Sometimes the large blonde could be much too stubborn. Not that he honestly minded being carried, but it was the principle of the thing. After arriving, they had insisted that he stay inside and rest for a few days.
He wasn’t feeling so poorly, really. The fever had broken by the morning, and he had been feeling well enough to assist them all in their daily chores, but they had refused any help. Finally, rather disgusted and not a little frustrated, he’d just sat down in this chair by the window and allowed Tira to bring him a cup of tea. Shortly afterwards, they’d all gone out to their various tasks. Gateau had gone in search of dry firewood, of course, and Tira and Chocolate had dragged Carrot along to look for food. Marron idly wondered what good a whip and garrote did when hunting for, say, rabbit.
They should be fine, he thought, sipping his tea, staring out the window at the thin threads of bright light. His head ached slightly, for one reason or another...
A shudder outside reached his ears, in between two rolling claps of thunder. He cocked his head and listened. Over the next few moments, the sound of footsteps became audible under the din of the rain. Marron tensed, hoping it was one of the other Hunters, fearing it was someone else completely.
The back door of the cabin was forced open, springing the latch, and Marron stiffened, his hand delving into his robe to search for an ofuda ward. There was a muffled thud and an equally muffled, “Dammit!”
Marron sucked in a quick, hopeful breath. Perhaps the swearing intruder was no intruder at all, but Gateau...?
“For the gods’ sakes, Marron, why do you have to keep the place so dark?”
Heaving a quiet sigh as Gateau’s large, shadowy form came into view in the doorway, Marron simply shook his head and smiled. “The lightning has been enough for my purposes, Gateau. All I’ve been doing is sitting all day, anyway.”
Gateau knelt before the fire place, chuckling a bit. “You wouldn’t be interested in doing anything more than sitting, would you?”
“Gateau!” Marron sighed. As the light from Gateau’s small beginnings of a fire began to light the room, Marron became aware of the flush on the blonde’s skin, and how wet his clothes were. “You’re soaking!”
“Yeah, it’s raining, no da?” Gateau smiled, and Marron noted that his eyes were too bright a blue, even for him.
“Here, let me help you.” Marron tugged at the older man’s arm, pulling him to his feet and gently guiding him towards the soft chair by the window. He removed the spiked armour from Gateau’s broad shoulders. “Where are the others?” he asked, setting down the leather pieces.
“We found a stable out in the woods,” Gateau replied, shivering a little.
“If you found shelter, then why did you...?”
“There were a couple of particularly nasty bolts of lightning that hit above the area of the cabin. I came to make sure you were all right.”
Marron frowned, peeling the wet, sticking leather vest off Gateau’s body. “They shouldn’t have let you go out in this storm,” he protested.
“But I did, and I’m okay, ne?”
“You look flushed,” Marron chastised. He held a pale hand to the blonde’s forehead. “And you have a fever.”
“I’m fi-mn,” Gateau said, getting cut off as Marron quickly tugged his shirt up and over his head.
“I said the same thing to you, but did you listen to me?”
“Marron...”
“I seem to recall something about -”
The mage was cut off as Gateau leaned forward and pressed their lips together. When Gateau pulled back, Marron’s eyes had slid shut halfway and his head rolled back slightly.
“Okay,” Marron said quietly, his breath a little short, a slight smirk on his face. “You’re fine.”
“D’you wanna find out just how fine I am?” Gateau, asked, smirking as he pressed his lips to Marron’s pale throat.
“The- others, Gateau...”
“The storms still going strong, Marron. They won’t be... back... any time ... soon...” Marron’s hand slid up Gateau’s muscled back as he undid the clasps at his younger lover’s neck.
“I... Ohhhhn,” Marron sighed, giving up the pretense of protest as Gateau reached his collarbone. He wove his fingers into Gateau’s flaxen hair, his breath becoming heavier as the older man continued his teasingly light ministrations.
The blonde helped Marron to divest himself of the outer garment, leaving him barechested sighing quietly in an attempt to regain his breath. Gateau once again pressed their lips into a forceful kiss, and the pale youth exhaled and air he might have gained. Gateau ran his tongue across Marron’s lower lip, pushing gently to plead for admittance. Entrance was granted, and he delved into his lover’s soft, warm mouth with a fervent passion that was second to none.
He pulled the raven haired man onto his lap, and his lover ran silky hands down his chest, teasing the tanned nipples he found there. He sighed slightly, and shifted to give Marron better access.
Marron took advantage as Gateau shifted forward, and slipped one slender leg behind the older man’s back. Gateau noted how peaceful Marron’s face looked as he slid back and forth across his lap. He once again latched onto Marron’s collarbone, suckling and lapping at the sweet flesh he found there. His lover’s breath came in short, quiet gasps as he continued to move on top of his lap. Gateau was savoring not only the taste of Marron’s skin, but also the delicious warmth that was rolling through his stomach. By the absolutely serene look on Marron’s face, Gateau knew that the golden-eyed mage was enjoying it just as much.
The pale skinned man was just as peaceful in love making as in all other walks of life. His face never contorted in ecstasy as the faces of some of Gateau’s other lovers had. Instead, his eyes simply burned like the sun while his pale face remained composed and smooth. He often wondered how Marron managed to look so peaceful, even as he was certainly being flooded with as much pleasure as Gateau had ever been.
But there was time for rumination at some later date. At the moment, Gateau decided to attempt to let his tongue touch as much of Marron’s pale chest as he could before driving his lover insane.
The small fire Gateau had started had popped and taken flame, tinging the room with that reddish glow. Marron’s pale skin and dark hair shone with the same crimson hue, like a delicate wash of blood on stone.
“Shall we continue this in the bedroom?” Marron murmured quietly, so much more than simple stone.
“Yes,” Gateau hissed, picking Marron up. To support himself, the younger Hunter wrapped both legs around Gateau’s hips, only serving to continue the luscious friction they had been enjoying in the chair.
Electric warmth continued to spread through his body like the fire’s heat was starting to permeate the cabin. Marron savored it as he undulated again’s Gateau’s solid body.
“Don’t stop,” Gateau begged, when he had Marron on top of the bed, and Marron was tucking his body away from Gatueau’s. Straddling him, Gateau bent down for a searing kiss.
When they broke, Marron’s smile was somewhere between enlightened and lustful. With Marron, love was always a little of both. “I’ve a better idea,” the mage replied. With that, he pushed himself down the bed so that his head was closer to Gateau’s heated body. Sliding his arms up between his lover’s legs, Marron worked at the button, and then the zipper, of the blue jeans the man wore. He pulled them free with deceptive ease - they were still wet, consequently freeing Gateau’s tense erection. That burning look invaded Marron’s golden eyes as he slid his spread palms up Gateau’s thigh, across his hips, and settled them onto the small of Gateau’s back. He used this as leverage to pull his lover’s member towards his open mouth.
Marron teased Gateau with his tongue, licking up and down his burning shaft, kissing the pliant back between his legs. Gateau panted as he felt that beautiful warmth begin to spread through his body, intensified this time. Marron returned his attention to Gateau’s shaft, thoroughly wetting it with his tongue and then settling back for half a second. Gateau was about to object when he felt cool breaths of air raining down upon him and he shivered. Before he could completely recover, a hot, familiar mouth enclosed on him completely and he let out a breathy yelp.
The maddening suction continued for what seemed like hours. He tangled his hands in Marron’s hair, stroking and tugging desperately. The pulsing electricity that was running through his blood just continued to intensify, threatening to overflow at any moment. But, then, before the sensations building in him could flood over, Marron’s smooth mouth was gone, and he could almost say he was glad.
Marron pushed himself away from his lover, and Gateau could only notice as he did so that his pants had somehow been removed. It seemed to the blonde that his dark-haired lover was silently pleading. Everything about Marron seemed to call to him, increasing the explosive conductivity of the blood in his veins.
Wordlessly, he leaned forward and captured Marron’s lips with his once again, tasting the subtleness of his own skin mixed with the unique flavor of Marron’s mouth. Pressing his straining erection against Marron’s, he kissed a slow path down the youth’s abdomen, stopping just below his navel. He closed his eyes and leaned upwards again to kiss his lover another time.
Gateau gasped as he felt something cool roll slowly down his chest, over his nipples, down his abdomen and slowly settle maddeningly at the base of his aching manhood. He opened his eyes and looked down to see dusky lines of dampness trailing down his body. He looked at Marron in confusion, only to see the mage’s delicate mouth quirked in the slightest smile. In his hands, Marron held a small vile of scented oil.
Returning the smirk, Gateau nipped at the edges of Marron’s mouth, garnering a shaky hum from his lover’s lips. All motions stopped, however, for a short moment as Marron’s slicked hands spread over his erection, preparing him.
The blonde let out a hitched gasp and then swooped down to worry one of Marron’s nipples between his teeth. Then, taking advantage of Marron’s sudden relaxation, he snatched the vile of oil. He spread some of the cool, smokey-scented liquid his first two fingers. He released Marron’s pinkish flesh, blowing on it before turning his attention to the nipple’s twin across his chest. Reaching for Marron’s legs with his other hand, he gently spread them. Marron complied, bending his knees and arching towards where he knew Gateau’s finger would momentarily be.
Gateau reached between the pale cheeks of Marron’s bottom to caress the small pucker of skin there. Marron sighed heavily and leaned against his broad fingers, impressing upon his lover the urgency of his need.
Gateau smiled as he listened to Marron’s contented gasp as he slid two fingers into his lover. He moved his digits slowly for a time, rewarded every once and a while with a harsh gasp from Marron as he brushed that delicious space inside his lover’s body that made the world seem to slow for a moment or two. Finally, he scissored his fingers a few times before adding a third finger. He pushed a few more times for good measure before withdrawing his fingers altogether.
Marron drew his lover’s face down for another kiss before sliding his hand down Gateau’s back. His slender hands ended cupping the blonde’s buttocks, gently tugging manhood towards his body.
They both gasped at the initial sensation of Gateau’s penetration. Gateau wondered, as he always did, at the wonderfully close heat that was Marron’s insides, and Marron hissed slightly at the slight pain. Gateau deepened this kiss they were sharing, massaging Marron’s tongue and the roof of his mouth.
The taller man stayed still for a few precious moments, simply glorying in the heat that was surrounding him, while he allowed Marron to make himself as comfortable as possible. Gateau slowly slid out of his lover’s body, preparing to plunge back in. Then Marron wrapped a leg around Gateau’s waist and, with a flick of his hip, slammed Gateau into him with dizzying effects for both parties. Encouraged by Marron’s half-moan and the fluttering of his eyelids, Gateau continued to hard pace, drawing out and allowing Marron to guide him in.
Every moment, a newer, fresher wave of magnetic sensation thrilled through both their bodies. Gateau gasped as heat spread again and again through his arms and legs. The delicious, crackling warmth settled just below his heart, and at the base of his manhood, threatening to explode at any moment.
Marron half-moaned, half-gasped again, arching his back as Gateau hit his prostate for what felt like the millionth time. He could feel his orgasm creeping out of his heart and through hi blood, towards his erection, just this side of overflowing. He arched his back again to meet Gateau mid-trust, reveling in the fire that rolled through him.
All thoughts stopped as Gateau felt his barriers finally begin to collapse, heat spreading up throat his erection.
“Gateau,” Marron whispered, his face so incredibly serene and content.
It was all it took, and Gateau’s dams lost their hold on him, letting him release into Marron’s tight cavity with a yell. A moment later, Marron joined his, moaning as he come long and hard onto both his own body and Gateau’s.
For a moment, Gateau simply suspended himself above Marron’s body, as his lover’s leg slipped from his waist and his hands removed themselves from his back The fog faded from his vision and Gateau collapsed on top of Marron’s body, his breath coming in short, grateful gasps.
After a long, contented moment, Gateau pulled away from Marron’s slightly quivering, slick form, and rolled over to lie next to him atop the rumpled sheets. He rested momentarily, his eyes half-closed, trying to catch his breath. The mage propped himself up one one elbow and leaned over Gateau’s form. His breathing was remarkably even already.
“I love you,” Marron murmured quietly. He gently traced Gateau’s features with the end of a tapered finder. After tracing each feature once, he settled on the man’s eyes, going over his soft eyebrows and the crease of his eyelid over and over again with a gorgeously gentle touch.
Gateau found his breathing slowly as though this exquisite touch were a soothing spell in itself. He hummed contentedly deep in the back of his throat and snaked an arm around Marron’s midsection. Marron heaved a deep sigh and folded himself into Gateau’s side.
The blonde brushed his lips against the delicate shell of Marron’s ear. “I know,” he whispered in reply. “And I love you.”
They lay together in peaceful, fulfilled silence for some time before either of them spoke again. “It’s so quiet,” Marron finally noted.
And it was. The sounds of the storm they had taken for granted had quieted.
Gateau picked his lover up, taking the sheet with him, draping it gracefully around Marron’s middle and then around his own, twining them together with thin, soft cotton. The dark-haired youth latched his arms around his lover’s neck, and rested his head on the smooth expanse of tanned skin. Clutching Marron to him, Gateau walked slowly into the main room of the cabin to the chair by the window. He settled himself into the soft chair, Marron in his lap.
Together, they looked out the window, watching the sky. The rain had stopped and the sky was clearing of the grey clouds. Behind the storm, late sunset light was attempting to make itself known. The sky was pearlescent, hints of yellow and misty red shimmering through the paler, higher cloud cover, with light grey remnants of the storm.
Together, they fell asleep.