Transcript 6: Ayanee Continuity: Sorcerer Hunters
Players: Midgar and Tenshi
Pairing: Mirufi Yu/Marron Glace
Warning: graphic male/male consentual, implied brothercon, alternate universe

Mirufi furrows his brows slightly, his gaze seeming to stray past Marron as he reviews quietly. "So... On your way out this morning... He and Gateau are probably setting up the tables for breakfast... Shouldn't be too hard to catch him... And instead of the usual casual good morning kiss, you step in close and touch his chest and whisper something sweet..."
Mirufi’s hand ventures down over Marron's nipple again, this time pressing against it lightly, as he leans up against his ear and murmurs, "You look so lovely this morning... I can hardly wait to see you tonight..."
Marron 's brows draw together as his lips part in a sharp, ragged gasp, his spine arching slightly to press his chest more firmly against Mirufi's palm as his hand darts up to catch Mirufi's elbow, his eyes still closed.
Mirufi blinks slightly, his eyes widening a bit. "Hmm?" he murmurs, his lips still dangerously close to Marron's ear.
Marron’s chest heaves beneath Mirufi's hand, his grip on Mirufi's elbow light and firm as he murmurs his name quietly, his voice slightly husky and smooth as silk on skin before tightening his grip on Mirufi's arm, moving it, making his palm drag against him lightly as he gasps again, and then moans, very low and quiet, in the back of his throat.
Mirufi whispers, "Oh..." softly, marking his comprehension at the texture under his palm, his other hand drifting up to brush Marron's hair back from his ear before nibbling at it lightly, tentatively, maintaining the friction against his chest.
Marron begins to breathe more shallowly, almost panting, his free hand curling into a fist as his opposite hand remains at Mirufi's elbow, slender fingers arching slightly, as if to drive his nails into Mirufi's elbow.
Mirufi trails the path of his lips and teeth down slowly against Marron's jaw to his neck, nuzzling past the fabric of his collar to lap lightly at the ivory skin beneath.
Marron tilts his head back slowly, very slowly, baring more of his throat to Mirufi's attentions as he shifts his hand from its position on Mirufi's elbow, his fingertips ghosting tentatively over Mirufi's chest before he begins to run his hand up and down his side, lightly.
Mirufi mumbles "Buttons?" indistinctly, as the path of his mouth becomes impaired slightly by Marron's shirt, his soft, dark violet curls ghosting against his cheek.
Marron uses his free hand to swiftly flick open the few, simply bits of cloth looped around small knots to keep the front of the shirt closed, his nipples tensing instantly against the influx of cooler air, a tremble racing through him.
Mirufi nudges his collar back further until it drops over his shoulder and hangs from his elbow, nibbling hungrily at his soft shoulder, marveling privately at the warm, statuesque perfection of his smooth skin.
Marron slips his arm loosely around Mirufi's waist, swaying closer to him, turning his head to brush his cheek against Mirufi's soft hair as he buries the fingers of his opposite hand in his silken violet tresses.
Mirufi’s fingertips seek out and slowly rediscover Marron's piercing, exploring it as thoroughly as his tongue glides over his collarbone.
Marron gasps, and then gasps again, a noise somewhat resembling a whimper rising from his throat before his grip around his waist suddenly tightens, pressing him firmly against Marron's body as his hand flits from his hair to find his jaw, a single shuffling step all that is required to bring Mirufi against the bed as Marron's hand forces his head upward so that Marron's lips can find Mirufi's, his tongue plunging into his mouth aggressively.
Mirufi’s eyes widen in surprise, and then sink smugly closed as his other hand tangles in Marron's hair, his lips responding to the kiss with unhurried pliancy.
Marron 's kiss grows softer, sweeter, yielding slightly to Mirufi, and then growing aggressive again, letting the 'lead' flux back and forth between them like a seismic wave... the movements of his lips and tongue are so similar to his brother's that it becomes evident who he first learned this particular technique from...
Mirufi’s brows furrow slightly in contemplation, and then relax once again, his hips seeking Marron's and grinding into them experimentally.
Marron gasps against his lips, and then responds in kind, tangling his fingers in his hair again.
Mirufi moans softly against Marron's lips, his eyes opening slightly to gaze at his beautiful features before slipping closed again as his fingers tug Marron's nipple.
Marron makes soft, breathlessly pleading noises against Mirufi's lips as his hands claw lightly at his shoulders, his hips rocking forward a bit strongly, the heat of his desire radiating through the thin fabric of his clothing.
Mirufi continues to rock upward against Marron while tugging lightly at his own loose clothes... His robe-style silk shirt falls away quickly, allowing his smooth chest to press warmly against Marron's.
Marron kisses him hotly, pressing against him more tightly as his hands explore Mirufi's back and sides, questing over his skin questioningly, his mage-nimble fingers smooth and soft and feather-light.
Mirufi tugs at Marron's shirt after deftly displacing his own, sliding his hands under the white fabric and over his soft skin, caressing his sides and back in broad swaths and finally splaying his fingers across Marron's shoulder blade and the base of his spine at once.
Marron breaks the kiss softly, lifting his hands to run his fingers through Mirufi's hair as he lets his lips touch Mirufi's in a series of softer, slower kisses, before he murmurs his name against his mouth questioningly, as if unsure of what to do next.
Mirufi murmurs his name in a quiet, nearly bemused questioning voice, his lashes drifting half open to gaze at his face.
Marron opens his eyes, his skin faintly flushed with desire, the tinge in his cheeks only enhancing the ivory perfection of his skin, so dramatic against his glossy black hair and golden eyes with their frames of inky eyelashes. He gazes at Mirufi uncertainly, for the most part ignoring the voice of Reason that begins to scream in the back of his skull.
Mirufi caresses his cheek and smiles up at him affectionately. "We can do whatever you like, Marron-chan, and not do whatever you don't want... Don't let me influence you too much...”
Marron closes his eyes again, biting his lip. "I.... I don't know..."
Mirufi makes a soft noise of comprehension, continuing to slowly stroke his fingers through his hair and smile up at him quietly.
Marron laughs a little nervously. "I never thought about this before..."
Mirufi says, "About what? Me?"
Marron nods slowly. "Yes..."
Mirufi laughs softly. "I see..."
Marron blushes, averting his eyes. "I... um... looked at you but I didn't really think...about anything...."
Mirufi laughs softly again, not unkindly, his own pale amber eyes gazing past Marron's thick lashes to look at his shy expression. "All guys have the same equipment, Marron-chan," he reminds him quietly, with a light giggle.
Marron blushes even more, beginning to draw away from him slightly as he stammers.
Mirufi makes no move to pull him back or even hold him steady, only smiling at him softly.
Marron lifts his gaze to meet Mirufi's suddenly, still flushing, but rather surprisingly bold. "I only looked at you with your clothes on, Mirufi. Did you look at me with mine off?"
Mirufi raises his brow, grinning a bit more. "No... But I'd like to. And I'll take mine off at the same time, if it would make you more comfortable."
Marron lofts a brow at him in return, whispering, "You don't have to."
Mirufi’s smile softens once more. "I will, though, if you like."
Marron shakes his head, lowering his eyes, shifting backward away from him a step, leaving his shoes behind, his shirt still hanging off of one shoulder, his hand gliding over the fabric that remains partially covering his chest.
Marron slowly begins to pull it off, letting his hair spill over his shoulders and down his chest in curtains of silk, running his fingers through it slowly, over his skin, gently attempting to tuck a few of the unruly locks behind his ear before lowering his hands to draw his trousers downward with the same deliberation... not just taking his clothes off, but stripping.
Mirufi manages, with supreme restraint, not to leer at Marron the way he customarily does at Carrot, but keeps his desire plain in his eyes, his posture unthreatening... Lying back on the edge of the bed, propped up to see on his elbows.
Marron slips out of his clothing, leaving it in neat piles on the floor, running his hands over his body, using his slender splayed fingers to draw Mirufi's attention to where he wants it... his lean, white thigh, his chest, his stomach and the muscles defined faintly against his skin, his erection, and the down between his thighs.
Marron lets his hair caress over his skin, his body as physically different from his brother's as moonlight to sunlight, longer, leaner, paler, smoother, softer, younger, and more graceful.
Mirufi tilts his head faintly to the side, not critically comparing or contrasting the two boys in his head at all, admiring Marron as uniquely different from his older brother... Although certain tiny similarities can't help but stand out in his mind....
Mirufi notes in Marron the same innocent hint of a swagger hidden behind their shyness, the high sense of masculine self awareness, and the one almost alarming difference that nearly draws Mirufi's lip between his teeth... The way Marron's movements accentuate his knowledge of his own beauty, whereas Carrot's hesitations display his wretched self-doubt...
Marron brushes his hair back over his shoulder as he steps closer to Mirufi, regarding him with a warm curiosity. "Are you going to...?"
Mirufi chuckles quietly. "I said that I would, did I not?" he murmurs, rising slowly to his feet, his own body having the same natural grace as Marron's, though his flows even more smoothly, liquid from practice and the steadiness of being post-adolescent.
Marron watches him, his gaze heated, curious, biting his lip and feeling sixteen again. His attractions to beautiful men, the only people he'd ever felt any kind of interest for out of all those who might proposition him... Mirufi, Menkari, Shinji, Nuriko, Koi, and now Mirufi again... a profound, almost religious-seeming experience, being with Mirufi this way, the first person he ever felt a strong attraction for...
Mirufi’s loose pants seem to melt away from his vaguely gold-toned angular hips and surprisingly cut stomach, sex completely rigid and mildly impatient-looking, the darkest violet curl