The Best Laid Plans...
By Ladyglen

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"Oi, Marron, look at this!"

Marron Glaces glanced up from the book he had wanted to finish before retiring that night. Tucking the midnight hair that fell to his waist behind one ear, he observed his roommate's pose. "Very nice, Gateau," he murmured, then dismissed the other man and lowered his gaze back to the page he'd been reading.

"What about this?"

Sighing, Marron let the book drop onto his lap as his attention was again wrenched from the description of the ancient, obscure ritual he'd been reading about; a description he seemed fated to never comprehend at this rate. Meeting Gateau's eyes in the mirror that the burly blond stood before as he flexed his way through pose after pose, he again murmured, "Very nice." Praying he wouldn't be interrupted a third time, he lifted his text once more.

"Look at me, Marron. Don't I look great?"

Heaving another sigh of mixed disgust and resignation, Marron tossed his book to the other side of the mattress, then leaned back into the pillows he had stacked against the headboard of his bed and stretched out his legs. Might as well get this over with. The sooner he did, the sooner he'd be able to return once and for all to his book.

"You look great, Gateau," Marron quietly affirmed, then watched as the other man shifted into another position. It was true. The tall blond did look good, the sculpted precision of each muscle in his body rippling as he moved. He looked wonderful. Marron couldn't deny that.

"How about this?"

"Terrific, Gateau," Marron softly answered. His friend's body was something he'd seen so often that sometimes he felt he knew it as well as he knew his own.

"Look at me!"

"I am, Gateau, I am." The muscular blond worked out, posed, and generally flashed his body at Marron every chance he got. Gateau did it with everyone, really, but sometimes it seemed to him that he was particularly singled out.

"Like this one?"

"Yes, Gateau." If it weren't for the fact that Gateau was watching him in the mirror to make sure he was paying attention, Marron knew he could have just answered with non-committal grunts as he read. It wasn't his words that the other man was looking for, and he doubted that his friend really even listened to what he was saying. Gateau simply desired Marron's eyes to be riveted on his body.

"And this?"

"Great, Gateau." Marron and the rest of his group, his brother Carrot, the Misu sisters Tira and Chocolate, and Gateau, were not on assignment for a change. It seemed that Mamu had decided that they deserved a bit of vacation, so the 5 of them were staying at a small sea-side resort. It was bad enough that Gateau had spent the last 5 days on the beach showing off a body that was barely covered by the ridiculously tiny black bikini he sort of wore while surrounded by a gaggle of giggling girls, but his friend had to spend half of each night performing the same routine for him since they were sharing a room.

Marron was beginning to long for an evil sorcerer that he could fry to a crisp with his magic.

"I love this one!"

"I do as well." Marron blinked his golden eyes rapidly a few times to keep them from glazing over. At least the other man was almost finished.

"And this one!"

"Yes, Gateau." If Gateau didn't break his pattern, and he never did, then after only a few more positions Marron knew that his friend would proposition him for what had to be the millionth time. He would refuse the other man? again. Gateau would pout a little before he finally went to bed. Then, and only then, would he be able to finish his book.

"You like this?"

"Yes." It wasn't that Marron didn't like the other man. He did. Quite a lot actually. Gateau had been his friend for a very long time; they had fought together throughout uncountable battles; they had traveled and played together for years. It wasn't that the other man was unattractive. From a purely aesthetic standpoint, he couldn't help but appreciate the beauty of his friend. It was a combination of several other factors which prevented him from accepting the other man's advances.

It had become evident to Marron that Gateau pursued him because, while all others seemed to fawn at the muscleman's feet, he continually refused to sleep with him. He believed that beneath his friend's declarations of love lay the thrill of the chase and the idea of potential conquest rather than sincerity. Gateau was the hunter and he was the tall blond's favorite prey.

"You wanna try?"

"No, Gateau." Slight and slender, Marron did not possess the physical characteristics of which Gateau was so fond, but he preferred his body the way it was.

"You sure? Feels tremendous!"

"I'm sure it does." Their personalities were too fundamentally different. Marron was quiet, reserved, and treasured his privacy. He had no desire to be on display as his friend did. Gateau was boisterous and outgoing. He loved the eyes which followed him as he walked down a street; he craved those which turned to him whenever he performed. No matter that the tall, strong man was a good friend and a staunch ally, when it came to his personal life, Gateau was the sun around which everything and everyone else revolved. Marron doubted that there was room in the other man's world to contain anyone else.

"Well, you're beautiful anyway."

"Thank you, Gateau." Just words. Through daily, sometimes hourly, repetition, those words had lost any meaning for Marron. He wasn't sure that Gateau ever really even *saw* him at all.

"This one feels great!"

"Yes, Gateau." The built blond could be incredibly egotistical in some respects, and unfortunately, Marron could not envision a lasting relationship with his friend no matter how many times he had considered it. Once the chase had ended, he was certain that Gateau would move on to hunt fresh prey.

"Gotta love this one!"

"I do, Gateau." Marron resisted the urge to roll his eyes in exasperation, settling for just blinking them again. Why did this seem to be taking longer than usual? It seemed to take longer every night, yet he suspected that even if he were to beg, scream, and plead for the other man to stop, Gateau wouldn't. He was going to have to suffer through this for the rest of his natural life. Unless, he left the team. Or, unless?

"This is my favorite!"

"Mine too," Marron murmured distractedly as his mind began to churn over the possibilities. What would happen if he relented? What would happen if he gave Gateau what his friend thought he wanted? Would the tall blond finally leave him in peace?

Gateau was a stunning example of male physique, and, physically, it would be no hardship for Marron to make love to him. He would not be hurt when, as he expected, his friend's interest turned to other pursuits. He didn't even believe that a non-relationship with the other man which lasted but a single night would adversely effect their team. Was the lure of peace and solitude so strong that he was actually considering doing something so stupid?

"That's it. I'm done. Want to come to bed with me now?"

Gateau's muscles glistened in the light of the lamps that dotted the walls of their room, gleamed with a heady combination of sweat and oil. Yes, the lure was that strong. Slowly and gracefully, Marron stood, then silently walked over to his friend. As he stared up at the taller man, he very softly sid, "All right." His lips curled slightly as Gateau's blue eyes widened in uncontrolled surprise.

"You mean it?"

Marron simply nodded. He bit back a yelp as his tall friend whooped and then swept him off his feet and into his arms. He was on his back on Gateau's bed with his robe parted and his trousers off faster than he could have cast a spell.

"Finally! It's about time you came to your senses."

Of all the overbearing, pompous asses!

Beginning to burn with a fire that had absolutely nothing to do with the large fingers which were plucking heavily at his nipples, Marron gritted his teeth. He was not going to be dominated. He was most certainly not going to be used as nothing more than a receptacle for Gateau's pleasure. If he was going to do this, it would be on his own terms. If the other man refused to play along, he would lose nothing since this impulsive plan was one massive improvisation anyway. He raised his hands to the broad shoulders which loomed above him and pushed, catching his friend off balance.

Stretching himself atop the gleaming expanse of flesh beneath him, Marron slowly smiled at Gateau's somewhat stunned expression at having abruptly found himself flat on his back. The bigger man's brow furrowed and his mouth opened as if he were about to protest, that is, until Marron ground his hips down into the erection that had burst from the confines of his friend's skimpy black bikini. He did it again as the other man's eyes fluttered shut, then once more as, with a small moan, Gateau's hands rose to clutch the sleeves of his robe. He would be the one calling the shots.

Marron pushed Gateau's arms back to the mattress and held the muscular biceps in place as he bent to savor the taste of his friend's body. It would be his only opportunity, so there was no reason for him not to enjoy himself. The larger man's flavor burst with a twang on his tongue, a sharp tart-sweetness that fueled his growing arousal. He nibbled and licked his way around Gateau's neck and ears, his shoulders and chest until the other man's breath sighed from him in what seemed to be one continuous moan, until his partner was writhing beneath him.

"Gah! Marron? where-, where's my oil?"

"I'll get it," Marron quietly replied, slithering off Gateau and kneeling between the other man's spread legs.

"H-, hurry! Need-, need to fuck you."

Oh, no. That was *not* the way it was going to be.

"Gateau, no." Marron brushed his mussed hair back out of his face, waiting for his highly excited friend's eyes to open and focus on him. Not smiling, he quietly stated, "I'll be the one to use the oil." That aspect of his virginity was too special to him, and something he could not relinquish in what was, essentially, nothing more than a tryst.

"Bu-, Ah!"

"Any objections?" Marron asked as he straightened, the taste of the pearly moisture leaking from the head of his partner's cock lingering in his mouth to mix with the flavors garnered from the rest of Gateau's body. He smiled, slightly amused, as the other man's blurry eyes slid shut again, as his friend shook his head, most emphatically confirming that he had no objections.

Hooking his fingers beneath the thin strip of cloth which still adorned his partner's hips, Marron slid it down long legs to finally, completely free Gateau's erection. He bent once more, the caressing swipe of his tongue as it traveled the enticing, solid length of flesh eliciting a new series of groans from the other man. With one last nibble around the cock's head to collect the moisture which had again gathered there, he slipped off the bed.

Marron shrugged out of his robe and tossed it onto his bed before reaching for the small bottle of body oil that sat on the stand which separated it from Gateau's. Not wishing to give his partner the time for misgivings, he quickly returned to his position between Gateau's legs. After coating his hands with the oil, he placed the bottle between his thighs and leaned forward. He rubbed his slick hands over the hairless plateau that was other man's chest, pinching and kneading the flesh until Gateau's breath sped once again, until his long, lithe lover twisted restively.

Sliding his hands south, Marron continued his impromptu massage, stroking the defined ridges of his partner's abdomen, stroking and squeezing the turgid flesh which rested against it. He bent lower and replaced his hands with his mouth so that he could make use of the oil again.

Licking and suckling, Marron maintained the fever pitch of Gateau's arousal while his fingers busily prepared his partner for his eminent entry. He went slowly, again savoring the taste of the larger man, of the feel of Gateau's flesh as it yielded and relaxed beneath his fingers. He went slowly so that he would cause no pain. He carefully backed off each time the other man's breathing became too ragged or his moans became too desperate. His partner was not allowed to climax, not yet at least.

When Gateau was finally reduced to nothing more than panting whimpers, when his fingers felt no resistance, Marron let his partner's cock slide out of his mouth. He continued to massage the larger man's passage as he poured oil onto his own penis. "Tell me if I hurt you," he whispered, then paused for a reply before positioning himself. He never received one. Gateau gave no indication that he had heard or understood. Finally, smiling at the flushed, disheveled beauty of the man beneath him, he eased his way into his lover.

So tight! Incredibly tight flesh gripping him, flesh that had felt relaxed and loose to his fingers. So hot! Heat more intense than that which sprang from one of his fire spells.

Gasping, biting back his own moan, Marron held himself absolutely still, retaining enough rational thought to listen for any change in the pitch of his partner's breathing, to sense any tenseness in Gateau's body. There was no change. He did moan when Gateau rocked his hips up, driving himself more deeply onto his cock. Sublime!

Marron met his partner's next thrust with one of his own, closing his eyes and pressing himself forward so that Gateau was even more open beneath him. The sensations focused in his groin spread through his body like an out of control grass fire, increasing in intensity with each movement. He somehow managed to lift a hand to Gateau's cock, and, along with the larger one that was already there, he caressed and stroked. It was only moments before the spasming flesh beneath him, that encased him, sent him spiraling down into his own release.

Releasing his partner's legs, Marron fell forward, bowing his head and trying to catch his breath. To actually take possession of a person had been far more intense than he had realized.

"Mar-, Marron, how-, wh-, where'd you learn-,"

"I'm not stupid," Marron panted as he lifted his head to meet dazed blue eyes which still managed to contain a healthy dose of disbelief. In a certain way, that disbelief hurt. Had his partner thought him completely incapable? "And I read a lot," he softly elaborated as those eyes closed, though he was almost positive that Gateau wasn't listening. He read a whole lot, and certainly not just the magic texts which his brother and friends thought were his only interest.

"Wow? that was-, I was? good? wasn't I? Next time? I? get top?"

Marron stiffened, an alarmed rush of adrenaline driving out the limpness of satiation which had possessed his body. He disregarded Gateau's egotistical assessment of his prowess, he had expected to hear something like that, focusing instead on the last words the larger man had spoken before drifting into slumber. Next time? Top? He had not expected that!

No way, no how! It had been nice, lovely in fact, but Marron absolutely refused to whore himself out to someone he didn't love just to satisfy that person's testosterone driven lust. There wasn't supposed to be a next time! Gateau was supposed to leave him in peace now!

What had he done? Mind swirling in circles as fruitless and frantic as those of a broken-winged bird trying to escape the snake that was slithering towards it, Marron slid from the bed. He absently drew the bed's sheet up and over his erstwhile lover before he turned away to seek a cloth to clean himself off.

After shutting off all the lamps in their room, Marron climbed into his own bed, folding himself into the corner formed where its headboard met the room's wall and drawing his knees up to his chin. He studied the quietly snoring man in the other bed, the moonlight streaming through their room's windows softening the brilliant gold flash of Gateau's hair to silver. He watched until the moon's light traveled beyond the reach of the windows, leaving the other man bathed in shadows, then bowed his head and rested it on his knees.

His so brilliant plan may have gone completely astray, but he could not take it back now, nor could he change the way he felt. They were all going to have to learn to deal with that.

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