Snakes and Snails

Snakes and Snails
Like Weiss on Rice

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After the spring semester was over and his mother didn’t need him to help take care of his little brother anymore Weiss had fallen into a depression again. Mari had thought he was doing fine for a while, but he supposed it was because he had been so busy with his projects and classes that he hadn’t really given himself a chance to grieve. One night he came home crying saying he didn’t want to go outside anymore.

He wondered now if it was just an episode, because he had gotten a little better. He was leaving the apartment more anyway, but he seemed more content to stay in his room and paint more than anything else. He told him the other night that Rosie got him into painting when he was younger and doing it made him feel like she was still there.

Mari sipped on his coffee and looked at Weiss across the table. He was reading something out of an art history book. It was probably for another one of his classes he was going to take next year.

The boy had been acting pretty particular this week. His moods swung more than when his mother went into menopause. Either that or he was sick in the head and he didn’t notice it until now. He just knew the boy acted incredibly sweet to him one moment, and when he didn’t respond the way he wanted him to he got grumpy.

He guessed he would never figured out what the hell was wrong with him or what to do to help him.

He drummed his fingers across the table, quite bored even though he just walked into the apartment a moment before. He hadn’t even removed his weapons before Weiss ushered him over to the table and had him sit down for some coffee.

It was too early for dinner, although he suspected there wasn’t really anything in there to make anyway. Neither of them had gone shopping, he supposed he should have even though Weiss normally did it. The boy was a little unsteady sometimes and he might still be too afraid to go out on his own unless completely necessary.

He watched as Weiss once again reached up to his ear. He was playing with his new earrings. He got yet another pair, this time they were set traditionally low like his were. They healed rather quickly and Weiss traded his studs out for some dangling crosses. Marianne always looked before but he couldn’t help but notice that three of his earrings were black, red and blue. Three holes on each side. There were more but they were the most noticeable. His little brother had a similar set in only one ear. White, red and blue. “Did you get those earrings with your friends?” He asked.

“Hm?” Weiss looked up at him from his book at the table. He seemed amused that he figured it out. “Yeah, Me, Nero, Rosso and her boyfriend… wherever he is right now got them all together.” He turned his eyes back to his book then. “I always got them for something or another, to remember someone important.”

“Someone important?” Restrictor grinned. “And who are the people resting on your ear?”

“Well, you know these three.” He pointed. “They are pretty obvious… it’s because of the color of their hair.” He shrugged.

Marianne nodded patiently.

“It’s kind of stupid.” Weiss said.

“Not if it means something.” Mari told him.

“These two up here, these loops were the first I ever had on my ear. I wanted to remember my sisters. I always thought that if I got a loop or cuff that it would mean I would remember them forever.” He blushed, it sounded so stupid when he said it out loud like that. He always kept it to himself. “The blue and purple one remind me of my dad and mom.”

“Why is that?”

“Don’t ask Mari, it’s so stupid that it was more of a joke.”

“Alright.” Mari let it drop.

Weiss blushed a little more then and didn’t look up. “And the whole reason I ever got earrings in the first place was because I always thought you looked so cool with yours on, so I wanted to finally get these so I could remember you.” He flicked the cross.

“How flattering.” Mari said in a teasing way, he really was flattered… but he couldn’t help his almost sarcastic tone, he wasn’t expecting that and it was sort of a defense mechanism for when he felt uncomfortable.

“I knew you would make fun of me.” Weiss grumbled, it aggravated him a little more when he saw the careless shrug on Mari’s shoulder. He knew he shouldn’t have said anything. It was not only embarrassing but he didn’t take him seriously again. Every time he complimented him or did anything of the sort the man teased or tormented him like he didn’t care or was trying to drive him away. “I’m going to bed.”

“Good night.” Mari said, not bothering to look at him and he stood up to go to bed as well.

Weiss ground his teeth as he watched Mari go to his bedroom. Oh that bastard! He had been trying to drop hints at him all week. Granted that last one wasn’t all that wonderful and didn’t exactly scream ‘take me!’ but he got his ears pieced to remember him and he was the one who wanted to know!

Maybe he was thinking a little too much like his mother would. He would probably have to be more direct with Mari… but he couldn’t just SAY it! God only knows he wouldn’t take him seriously yet again and his self confidence took a real pounding when Mari shot him down.

He didn’t know if he would even know what to say to him once he had his chance. He was getting tongue tied as of late and it only got worse the more Mari teased him when he said corny things.

Maybe he should go into his room instead? He could walk in there naked… there would be no way he could misconstrue his intentions. And then… if Mari shot him down and told him to go away he would. He’d crawl under a rock for the rest of his life but he would leave without a fuss.

He had to force his shaking hands up to his clothes and pulled them off. He had to do it now before he got so nervous he backed out and never got anywhere! He took his shoes, sock and pants off first. He had to move forward after that lest he lose himself to cowardice.

By the time he made it to the hallway he forgot with a curse that Mari usually shut his door and locked it behind him. Damn it! What if he saw him out in the hallway getting undressed and dumping his clothes everywhere?! He would look like an even bigger idiot!

He saw the gaping doorway and he almost ran through it before Mari realized it and closed it on him.

No sooner had Marianne walked into his room to get undressed than he had the distinct feeling someone was watching him. He turned his head and practically jumped around when he saw Weiss standing there. At first he thought he had come into the room shirtless but as he turned he realized the younger man was completely naked! “Eh heh heh…” He laughed nervously, not very characteristic of him but he hadn’t been expecting a naked boy to show up in his room either. He had to force his eyes up into Weiss’ face lest he ogle the poor and obviously confused Weiss. Now that he looked at him, he looked a little strange. “Are… you okay?”

“Yes.” It was a ghost of his old cheerful voice. He was blushing now that Mari was looking at him. He was insanely embarrassed and he tried to keep himself from looking small but he couldn’t help it. His shoulders seemed to want to twitch down and his legs wanted to bow inward. Mari wasn’t moving towards him, he seemed more content to stare at his face all day. Well, that’s not what he came here for. “Mari…” He took a step forward and the man before him took a step back. He flinched at that. Maybe he had made a mistake after all. “Don’t you want me?”

Marianne hadn’t realized he moved backwards until he asked. He had just been worried that Weiss might not have been in his right mind. Now he felt like an idiot because he was ruining the chance he had been waiting for forever. “Of course.” He held out his arms to him and Weiss quickly moved into his embrace. He felt his chilled skin against his chest that peaked through his uniform. He absently realized his gloves were still on as were the now-warm bars of metal that braceleted his sleeves. He wasn’t about to relinquish his hold on Weiss though, not for anything. Besides… he didn’t want to get too ahead of himself.

He just knew that it felt insanely good to hold him even though he couldn’t touch him flesh to flesh except at the narrow strip on his chest. He could feel his now warming body through the rough leather clothing he wore. He smelled really good as always, especially his hair. He was half tempted to burry his face in his feathery locks and breath in deeply that flowery smell… but restrained himself lest he looked like a pervert. Weiss was inexperienced and damn it all if he wasn’t nervous now about all those awful things his stupid father told him! It made him, the experienced one, feel self conscious about everything.

He took in a steadying breath, he needed to get a grip and do something. Weiss was going to think he didn’t want him yet again if he didn’t show him. He also needed to show his real self lest he frighten him off later by acting completely different. He wasn’t like this, he wasn’t hesitant. Damn it. He looked down at the boy then. “Did I ever tell you, how good you smell?”

“It’s my shampoo.” Weiss said simply, then nearly flipped out when he realized what he just said. Oh God that sounded so stupid! He wanted to throw himself under the bed and never come out from under it again.

Marianne smiled, realizing the boy was just self conscious as he was. “It smells nice.” He tried to sooth him, letting one of his hands fall down to his rear and cupped it. He dragged his hips to his and was pleased that the boy made a whimpering noise for him.

Weiss put a hand on his shoulder then and lifted his face to him. Restrictor’s eyes widened yet again when he felt his lips touch his. He quickly forgot his nervousness and let his instincts take over. He closed his eyes and realized Weiss had such an unpracticed mouth. His gloved hands cupped his face and drew it up to his. Weiss looked like he was having a hard time figuring out what to do with his hands and he tittered against his mouth, he let his hands fall long enough to guide his to his waist and back before he moved his hands back to his face.

He almost jumped when he felt Weiss’ tongue against his lips. The boy was just full of surprises. His tongue plunged unexpectedly into Weiss’ mouth, much to the boy’s shock. He was a sloppy kisser, Weiss. It was pretty obvious he didn’t know what in the hell he was doing and he wasn’t swallowing his spit either because it was running out the side of his mouth. But he looked so pleased he didn’t have the heart to tease him for it. He broke away from him for a moment to rub the side of his face before placing another kiss against his lips.

“Mari…” Weiss’ voice was so impassioned and his face was flushed in the muted light. He felt Marianne grasp his hips, massaging them with his fingers as he brought them forward to his yet again. “Mari!” He whimpered.

He loved hearing his name on his lips. How many nights did he dream of that voice calling for him?

“Mari… Mari I….”

Restrictor Marianne waited for him to go on, but he didn’t say a thing. It seemed the boy was having a difficult time telling him what he wanted him to. But he couldn’t help but hope from the seriousness of his tone that he was going to tell him something that he had been waiting forever to hear.

“Marianne… I…”

“It’s okay, just say it.”

“Mari, I wouldn’t mind it if we did it. You’ve been really nice to me.” Weiss leaned in and kissed him again.

But it wasn’t okay. He felt like he had a bucket of ice water just thrown over his head. His whole body stiffened against the warm form pushed up against him. Damn it. He couldn’t help but feel such a wave of disappointment and anger. He grabbed Weiss shoulders then, not too roughly but firmly and pushed him away from him.

Weiss just stared at him in confusion, as if he didn’t know if he meant to do that or not. When he moved closer to him the sharp look in Mari’s eyes warned him against such actions and he stopped.

“Don’t come to me unless you mean it. I’m not here for a pity fuck.”

Marianne was livid at him. What did he say? What went wrong?

“Go back to your room.”

Those words bit into him, because they no longer held respect for him as a man. It was like an adult chastising a child. His next words stung him the most.

“You really are… just a little boy.” And he turned away from him then, dismissing him.

Tears smarted his eyes then and he bolted out of the room thoroughly humiliated. He opened the door to his room, slammed it behind him and locked it before he sank to the floor miserably. What did he do?! What did he say? All he ever wanted was to give himself to him… even since before he moved in with Mari and he took care of him.

His first thought was to move back home but just the thought of it made him feel sad and almost sickened… and not because he was afraid to face his father.

He had never been so happy in his life as when he was here with him. He felt so satisfied even when they sat together silently. He had always felt anxious all his life, he worried about going to college… worried about having a place to stay or what he would do. But being with Mari wasn’t just nice for having a warm place to stay at night or food to eat or someone to pay for college. It was nice just being with him and cooking for him and picking up around the house because he liked it. He didn’t say much and he never had to for him to tell that he was pleased. He could always tell by his face.

He liked how he didn’t talk much while they watched something exciting on television. He liked finding out things like the sort of music he listened to or the fact he enjoyed professional hockey. Or the way he folded the stupid newspaper just the same as how it started out even though he was just going to throw it into the recycling bin anyway.

He thought it was funny how when he got mad he had this grin on his face he like he was going to eat him alive and how his left eyebrow twitched slightly. He liked how no matter how angry he got he never tried to hurt him even though he was also a man and it was less taboo than hitting a woman.

Marianne was straightforward with those he cared about and rather shifty when he needed to be. He had common sense along with intelligence… and damn it all if he didn’t make him feel stupid some days. He always thought military intelligence was an oxymoron. But Mari was a brilliant human being.

He enjoyed how he complimented his paintings and critiqued him when he needed it. It helped him get better. He liked how he didn’t act like it was a waste of time. And Mari really seemed happy when he sold his first painting to someone other than a family member or friend.

Of course, Marianne was aggravating at times. He was by no means perfect. He had a temper and acted a little rashly. He was sarcastic and critical. He was overconfident and rude to his fellow Restrictors. He was mean to kids and allergic to cats. Cats… really! The most perfect pet on the face of the planet and he had to be allergic to them!

How much longer did he have to stay here? Two or three more years? He was taking accelerated classes and it knocked his credits out pretty fast. So maybe even less. Maybe Mari would let him stay a little longer while he found a job… unless the unthinkable happened and he could actually paint for a living. How nice would that be? If people would like the things he did enough to buy them?

How long would he have an excuse to stay here before he kicked him out? Maybe he would just throw him out now after that. He found himself sorely not wanting to leave and insanely anxious. And he was crying again at the thought. Weiss felt sad, that maybe Mari didn’t want him as much as he wanted him.

Did he not want him at all? Didn’t he care? Did he just want him to cook and clean for him and that was it?

He got up from his spot on the floor to his desk and grabbed a tissue to blow his nose. He sat down on the bed then with legs spread and his fists sitting upon them. No, that couldn’t be true. He was sure Mari felt something for him.

He remembered how when he took that photography class last semester and really enjoyed it… how Mari gave him a camera. But it wasn’t just any camera. It was his sister’s he would later find out. He remembered feeling really bad, because he had been really rough with it. It was Mari’s treasure from his sister. He loved the camera just as much as he loved the pictures she sent him while she was alive. No one gave something that important to even a close friend.

That and no one in their right mind invited a family friend over to their house free of charge, helped take a loan out for college and gave them money to spend and didn’t want anything back but cooking and cleaning.

But Mari didn’t seem to want anything from him, even his body which he would have given him freely. What could he want then? Was there something even more important than that?

And then he realized how stupid he was. If he had listened to what he said earlier he would have known. He wanted it to mean something. Mari wanted him to love him. He stood up abruptly. He loved him! How the hell could Mari not see it!? He clenched his fists to his sides. So much for intelligence! He would have to cross that off of Mari’s good points list after this!

He was a little afraid to go back in there with him, especially after that look Mari gave him. But he realized that he could deal with it if he wanted to be with him. He wanted to be with Mari… and he wasn’t going to let him go. Not over something so stupid.

He worked his way over to Mari’s room, finding the door was just as open as how he left it. He cautiously walked inside then and saw Mari sitting on his bed, facing the window and peering outside at the streetlight. He crept a little closer to him before Mari’s strong voice told him. “You don’t have to sneak up on me.”

It was his way of saying he wasn’t going to hurt him. Weiss rounded the bed and sat next to him on the mattress.

Mari swallowed and blinked a few times before he said. “Sorry,” His sharp eyes flicked to him then before they went back outside again. “I never meant to make you cry.”

He didn’t know why, but he felt a sting at his words. Not a sting of anguish but a sweet twisting feeling in his heart. “I deserved it I guess… you yelling at me.” He clarified.

“Yes.” Restrictor Marianne agreed.

“I was thinking about leaving.”

Mari closed his eyes and leaned his head into his hands. He wasn’t crying, he was just frustrated with himself.

“But I don’t want to.” Weiss went on quickly. “I want to stay here with you.”

“Why would you want to do something like that?” Mari grinned at him sarcastically.

“Because I like being here with you.”

“Hmph.” Mari looked at him, and realized he was still naked. Did the boy have no shame at all?

“You like me, don’t you?” Weiss asked, noticing how Mari’s gaze just drifted downward. He wanted him, he could tell.

“Ugh?” Restrictor just looked at him a little worried. What just happened to the conversation? Did he blank out for a moment?

“I know you do. I can see it.” Weiss moved closer to him then on his hands and knees before he toppled him over onto the bed.

Oh my God! He was dreaming! He must be! He had a drink just a moment ago to sooth his frazzled nerves… but that was just a glass of wine! Damn it! Was he becoming less tolerant as he aged or what?

“I could be good for you.” Weiss said in an enticing manner. “You’re mean and stuffy… and I’m nice and funny. You’d like having me around.” Weiss tempted.

But he remembered, he wasn’t going to take what wasn’t his. He didn’t want the boy to go to him out of gratitude. He wanted everything or nothing at all. “You don’t know what you are saying.”

“What do you mean?”

“You are fourteen years younger than me. I’m a lot older than you boy.”

“Don’t call me boy.” Weiss huffed, straddling him.

“Brat.”

“Don’t call me brat either.”

“We can’t get along if you can’t take a little teasing.”

“You aren’t teasing me…” Weiss huffed at him. “You are being serious.”

“Try thinking about what you are saying before you say it.”

That stung him but he was prepared for that. This was probably the most difficult man he ever had to deal with. “I have. It’s not easy for me to tell you, you know? And it’s not easy for me approach you like this.” Weiss sighed trying to figure out what he wanted him to say. What he needed to say for Mari to understand him. “When I’m around you sometimes it’s hard to think and I don’t know what to say.” He sighed in frustrated manner. “I didn’t mean that earlier… I really want to be with you Mari. It’s not just because I feel I owe it to you for taking care of me or saving me or any of that crap. I liked you before all that. I just didn’t have the guts to tell you because all you ever do is think of me as a boy.”

Mari smiled at that, he said it enough, it was true.

“When you asked me to stay with you… I thought I was in a dream. I still can’t believe I’m here sometimes.” Weiss grabbed his wrist and undid the metal clasp before he pulled off his glove. “Why do you think I work so hard at school and try to learn so much? I want to do it for myself because I know you believe I can be better. I want to be the best… because I want to be worthy of you.”

What did he say to that? Nothing. Because he couldn’t think of a thing to say that would be nearly as profound. He never had been so touched either… not by anyone else in his life. Not even by his sister, the only one who he felt he could be himself around. This boy… he reached up and touched his face with his naked hand.

Weiss removed his other glove and clasp before he leaned down and kissed up Marianne’s neck. His hand trailed downwards to the man’s arousal and cupped him through his clothes.

Restrictor suddenly felt very clothed and being very ravaged by the boy above him. He’d have to change that. He lifted him and the boy up effortlessly until he had him against his back on the opposite side of the bed. Weiss looked a little stunned, he supposed he thought he would have to seduce him for him to react.

“You are so beautiful.” Restrictor smiled down at him. He leaned down on him then, just enjoying the feeling of their skin being brushed together. His darker skin contrasted to his ivory complexion.

“Meri…”

“Shh…” He hushed him with a kiss. He ran his tongue along his lips until his parted and he opened his mouth for him. “You taste sweet…” He purred before pressing himself down on him.

“Mm!” Weiss let out a pained groan and turned his head. “Mari.” When Marianne tried to recapture his mouth he looked at him and yelled. “Mari!”

“What?”

“Your sword is jabbing into me.”

Mari gave him a perverse grin then.

Weiss noticed it and laughed. “No, no really. Your swords are sticking me. Can you take them off?”

Mari looked down and realized that one of the hilts of his sheathed blades were jabbing into his hip. He must have forgotten to take them off when he got home. He guessed he had been a little distracted. “Sorry.” He sat up and jerked his belt off before he shrugged out of the tunic he wore. He stood up toed off his boots and yanked off his socks. He yanked down his pants with that thermal sort of underclothes that almost all of them wore. They were underground after all and it was pretty cold. They didn’t have heating except in the offices and housing.

“You know, it doesn’t look like it but you wear lot of clothes.” Weiss joked.

“Hmph!” Mari grinned, but he wondered if Weiss could even see it in this light. “You should see that poncho they make us wear in the winter time.” Well, more like they wore it because if they didn’t they’d freeze their asses off. Mr. Z was supposed to wear his all the time as befit his rank but he opted not to, as he often chose to not wear his helm either. He was horribly unorthodox but he said he was warm natured and didn’t need them. How he got away with it was beyond him… then again he always wore it when the higher ups were in town.

“I’ve seen it.” Weiss grumbled, as if he hadn’t seen them all wear those things!

“I keep forgetting.” Marianne said, finally as naked as the boy lying on the bed. He couldn’t help but notice how that normally proud little pale body was trembling in anticipation.

He liked how Mari looked at him, how he was running his hand down his body like he was trying to memorize every surface and every limb. Those rough callused hands, they felt even better than he could have imagined. He calmed himself enough to return those touches. Mari closed his eyes every time he lightly brushed his hand down his face and lower. He was a little afraid to touch him, he had no idea why but he was. Mari only took his hand and guided it down until his fingers encircled him.

“I’m just like you.” He said. “Don’t be afraid.”

Weiss grasped his fingers around him a little more firmly and pumped him like he enjoyed and Restrictor Marianne groaned and then smiled. It was funny how you could tell what kind of person someone was by how they masturbated. “You’re a tease.” He purred. “Want to find out who I am?” He grasped the boy’s arousal and Weiss almost shuddered. He sat up above him and grinned at how silly they must have looked. Both of their arms intertwined as they got each other off. It was enough to watch his Weiss writhe underneath his fingers.

Weiss let out a shaky sigh then bucked against his hips. Mari only held his twitching body down to the bed. “Mari…” He whispered.

He could get used to hearing that. “Hmm?”

“I’m going to cum.” He said just as softly.

He didn’t know why he was whispering. “Then do it.” Because he sure as hell was, God it’s been forever. He was starting to shake and sweat himself. The boy had such soft hands, he supposed it came with doing the delicate sort of work he did. He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth. He was going to hold out until the boy came under him first, not a moment later came than he heard Weiss’ soft moans and his release between his fingers. “Nmmm… AH!” He almost forgot how good it felt to be touched by someone else.

Weiss was a little startled when Mari put his fingers in his mouth with his cum on them. He patiently sucked them, wondering if that what the matter was. He didn’t know until Mari took his hands and licked them clean that it felt and looked incredibly erotic. He moaned when he leaned down and kissed him again and again until his tongue slipped into his mouth. His face flushed again. It was even better now that he was lying on top of him, he felt like he was being ravaged.

But…

For as much as he was kissing him and rubbing his hands all over his body, he seemed to be avoiding what he thought he might be doing right now: preparing his body for him. He seemed content to just kiss and touch him, but he wanted more than that. He wondered if Mari didn’t want to do it like that… or thought it was gross? One could never tell. So, despite the fact that it was completely embarrassing he was going to ask.

Weiss blushed in an adorable sort of way that made him grin. Mari wondered what he was thinking.

“Is that all we are going to do?” Mari gave him a confused look and he went on to explain that he wasn’t displeased with it, he was just wondering. “Aren’t you going to… I don’t know. You know?”

Marianne laughed at his awkwardness, “There isn’t a rule saying we have to… that and it might hurt.” He warned. “We can always do other things…”

Mari never enjoyed that sort of thing, well, being on the receiving end of someone fucking him like that. He was with an older man once who wanted to do him like that all the time. When he was young and stupid he believed that bastard loved him even after he told him he didn’t particularly care for what he was doing to him. He always got the same answer: “You’ll get used to it after a while.” That time never came and even when his body adjusted he still utterly hated it. What’s worse was that blasted old coot never cared about his fulfillment at all. Now that he thought of it, their relationship couldn’t have ended fast enough as far as he was concerned. He just regretted that he didn’t leave a knife in the bastard’s back on his way out.

Now that wasn’t to say that he minded doing it to someone else, but only if they wanted to. He wasn’t going to try to make anyone feel bad if they didn’t want to do something not even he liked.

“I don’t care.” Weiss’ face turned a shade redder. “I don’t mind if you did it.”

“I don’t know… you don’t sound so sure.” Mari teased him.

But he wanted this and he wasn’t going to let his shyness get in the way of that.

Marianne frowned. “You don’t have to do this you know? I don’t mind. It doesn’t make you a baby either if you’re worried about it.”

“I know I’m not a baby.” Weiss glared at him, causing the older man to smile. “But you can call me that… if you don’t mean it that way.”

“I don’t.” Marianne brushed his hand across his face.

“I want you to do it.” Weiss finally said.

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” Weiss was getting aggravated with his hesitance.

“Don’t be grumpy you little brat.” Restrictor only smiled to his exasperation. “Alright then…. come here.” He wrapped his left arm behind his back and drew him under him. “Tell me… if you want me to stop.”

Weiss watched him suck his fingers into his mouth coating them with saliva. He tittered nervously as he did so, not sure what to expect.

Mari wasn’t offended by his little laugh, he was young and never did this before. He didn’t know… but he would soon. “Open your legs.”

He hadn’t realized he was clamping them so tightly together. “Sorry.” When he opened them he realized why, they were shaking so nervously it was embarrassing. It took him a moment to realize his whole body was trembling. He really was a little boy after all. Mari probably thought he looked ridiculous.

“Don’t apologize… and don’t be embarrassed, it’s natural.” He pushed a finger through his tight entrance and Weiss made something of a noise, he was a little worried about hurting him now from his pained expression. It hardly mattered though, because if this was enough for him, he could stop. He would just need a cold shower afterwards… or a warm shower and a few minutes alone. He felt that lump of tissue inside him and rubbed his finger against it, his thumb working against the soft flesh outside his body.

“… Nmm” Weiss tried not to make a noise, thinking he would sound ridiculous if he did. He wrapped his arms tightly around Mari’s neck, hoping that somehow grabbing onto him would steady him. He felt like was caught in some maelstrom out to sea. Oh God… he wanted to touch himself to know what it felt like with Mari’s fingers in him while he did it. He looked into Mari’s eyes in a pleading sort of way, praying he wouldn’t look silly as he reached down. Mari saw this and smiled, lifting himself up and over him. His fingers encircled him and he gasped. “Ah!”

“You can do that later. But for now… let me please you.” Yes, that was what he wanted to see. His legs practically shaking and him gripping the sheets. The boy was impossibly tight, he grew a little more worried about their first encounter. Maybe he should just work him up to it eventually? He could take his time stretching him out, it’s not like he was running a marathon.

That and he needed to make sure this is what he really wanted. He knew the boy loved him and admired him, but he didn’t realize Mari wasn’t one for short term relationships. All besides his first bastard of a boyfriend, Mari was pretty choosey and didn’t rush anyone off to bed with him. It was something about doing something right that he was obsessed with.

He wanted Weiss for a while and he didn’t know if he could handle it if the boy left him after he shared himself with him. He wanted all of him forever… and he wanted to make sure he knew what he was getting into. He’d probably frighten Weiss away after tonight, but it would be better for him to run away now than to give himself over now and regretting his decision later.

“Mari!” His neck jerked to the side and he came suddenly.

He grinned, he forgot how quick he came when he was this young. Weiss probably never had anyone touch him like this before so it was easy to stimulate him.

Weiss, thinking he was going to do it now looped his arms around his neck and huffed his disappointment when Mari pushed him back down.

“Don’t you want to cum some more?” He kissed him and worked his way down, working his fingers in him all the while. “What’s your rush?”

Wait… was he going to? He began shivering in anticipation. He didn’t think his body could keep going like this, Mari was driving him crazy and he was running out of energy. “Mari.” He twitched when he fingered over that place once more, causing his wilted arousal to perk up again. “Let me do something for you.”

“You can do that later…” He purred, almost there. “When I’m done with you.”

Once again he brought him to completion and Weiss panted on the bed.

Restrictor Marianne smiled down at him fondly. Maybe he wore him out this time.

“I know what you’re trying to do.” Weiss accused.

“Oh?” Marianne made an amused noise in the back of his throat.

“You’re going to make me tired so I won’t want you to do it.”

“Like I said… it’s not a requirement.”

“Do you not want to do me?”

“I just want to make sure that you are sure… instead of making some hormonal decision.”

“Damn it Mari… I used to think you were such an asshole when I was younger, now I find out you are a decent human being. Who would have thought?”

“You think you’re so cute don’t you?” Mari glared at him.

“Damn right I am.” Weiss looked up at him. “I love you… so why won’t you do it?” He wondered if he disgusted him somehow. Maybe he misread him all these years. “Don’t you love me?”

But he wasn’t really into admitting his feelings. “You are such a brat… making me feel bad.”

He realized how that might have sounded. “I just don’t know how you feel. You don’t say anything. Can’t you tell me? Just once? I won’t ask again.”

Well, it was just once. “I love you.” He said, although it sounded so strange to his ears. He didn’t say it often and it sounded almost fake to him, but Weiss seemed to be appeased by it.

“Then it means something.” Weiss said.

And then he realized it did. It did mean something. “It had better.” He moved over him then and grabbed something out of his nightstand drawer before he moved back on him. “I’m not one for sharing… and I’m not one for roaming around either.” He thought he would give him a warning. Weiss couldn’t see what he was doing in the muted light but he had the distinct notion that whatever it was it was for him. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.” He tossed the bottle to the floor before he pushed a lubricated finger through his tight entrance and Weiss gasped. The younger man clutched at his shoulders when he slipped a second finger in and stretched him. “I’ve wanted you forever. So don’t give yourself to me if you don’t mean it.” He would give him a way out, but he wasn’t budging, he was writhing under his fingers. “Because I won’t let you go if you do.”

Weiss sobbed under him before clenching his teeth. He had always been his since he was younger. He was Mari’s Weiss. “Then, I won’t let you go either.” He moaned. “So please… fill me.”

“I hope for your sake then… that you are telling the truth.” He drew his slick fingers out of him before lubricating his shaft.

“Mari?”

He grinned down at him. “We’re going to do this right.” He grabbed his legs then and pushed them back against his chest.

“Mari!” Weiss gasped.

“Last chance my love…” He rubbed his member against his entrance while he pressed kisses into his throat.

“Mari… please…” He begged. “I’m yours.”

A shiver coursed through him then. “Remember, this is me.” He watched his face the whole time, easing himself in slowly.

“Mari…” He gasped, his body protested the intrusion. If whatever he pushed inside him before made him feel warm, his actually arousal was searing. He almost couldn’t believe it! Mari was inside him and filling him at long last. He sobbed when he seated himself in him completely and drew himself out again. It hurt… but it didn’t matter. It never mattered as long as it was him.

“Breathe.” Restrictor laughed when he realized he was holding it. “And relax.”

“Oh!” Weiss panted, he was stretching him impossibly.

He grinned at his little noises. “Does it hurt baby?”

“A little.”

That was no good. “Want me to stop?”

How could he ask that? “No.”

“I’ll go slow then.” He pushed in a few times and his face was still pained, he pulled himself out then. “Roll over onto your stomach. It might make it a little easier.”

“Okay.” He did as he said and once again he entered into him. It was a little better, but it still hurt. “Oh…” He breathed into the sheets. The pain was still there, but he was moving against that too. That place he touched earlier with his fingers. Mari was really good at this… of course it might have had something to do with him being fourteen years his senior. He only hoped he pleased him just as much.

“You’re thinking too much.” Mari whispered to him. “I know how to take care of that.” His hand went from his hip to between his legs. His fingers wrapped firmly around his shaft and began pumping him.

“Ahhh!” His fingers bunched into the sheets. The way he was pushing in him… it just forced the moans right out of him. He was drooling into the pillow but he was passed caring about that. “Mari…” He sobbed. He needed to calm down, he was almost ashamed at how close he was to cuming already.

“It’s okay to let go.” Mari felt his precum oozing out between his fingers. “Cum as many times as you like.”

His back arched and he moaned into his pillow. White flashed around his field of vision before he clenched his eyes shut and shuddered uncontrollably. His orgasm was so much more intense than anything he could have done on his own. He might feel sore but he felt so filled and complete right now. Mari made a pleased sound behind him before he began pushing forward again. He didn’t want to lie down like this though. He wanted to see his face. “Mari, can I turn around again?” He moaned when he brushed against it. “I want to see you.”

“What a coincidence.” Without missing a beat he flipped him over on his back and drew his legs up.

“Ah!” He moaned when he entered into him.

Despite the pain he knew he must feel he was really getting into this. “You like that, don’t you?”

Weiss trembled underneath him. He did! He liked it, it might hurt but God it felt so good he thought he would die. He let out a moan in response and Mari laughed breathlessly at him.

He was so happy that he could make Mari laugh so much like he did. Everyone always thought he was such a bastard, but they never took the time to get to know him like he did. He knew he was a big softie once someone tried to be kind to him.

Marianne pushed his leg back a little further, brushing against that spot in him yet again. He was doing it on purpose! He realized when he was grinning down at him wolfishly. He was trying to make him cum again. “Mari!” He sobbed. “Please… I can’t take it anymore!” He threw his head back and the man above him buried his face into his neck. He would join him this time, he knew.

Mari held him then in his restrictive grip. His legs, his arm and torso were all held fast as he moved into him those last few times before he met his release. The friction from their bodies and the touch of him inside him sent him toppling over the edge and he came. A few moments later he moaned again as that liquid warmth filled him. He was surprised how much he felt… how it came in short bursts inside him as it squirted out of Mari’s body and into his. God, those slick noises between him… he hoped he remembered everything. He hoped that Mari would always want him after this. He probably ruined him for anyone else anyway.

He couldn’t help but think that Mari was so thoughtful that he didn’t crush him under him afterwards. He released his body and let it take on a relaxed version of how he had him just a moment ago… with Weiss’ legs resting lightly around his hips. He just panted and held himself up with his arms as he calmed down.

Weiss liked Mari like that, flushed and satiated. He brought his hand up to touch his face and Mari’s eyes opened then. They were sharp and piercing, they might have been frightening to someone else but he knew him.

Mari leaned down to kiss him then, a soft brief kiss on the mouth before he pushed his hips into his lightly. His softening member making him whimper somewhat before he pulled himself out. He leaned to his side onto the bed and pulled him closer to him.

“Thank you.” He blurted.

Mari laughed, what a strange thing to say after sex and he didn’t hesitate to tell him so.

“Why is that?” Weiss wondered.

“No reason, I guess I’ve just never been told that before.”

“Well I’m telling you now.” Weiss rested his head on his shoulder.

“Hmm…” He smiled and wrapped his arm around him before placing his hand on his head.

Weiss didn’t want to get ahead of himself, but he couldn’t help but say it. “I’m glad… that we’re together Mari.”

Marianne made an amused noise in the back of his throat, he always did that. “I’m happy you’re so glad because I’ll be dead tomorrow.”

Weiss looked up at his from his perch on his shoulder. “Why?”

“Because your father is going to kill me for ruining his precious little boy.”

“I’m not a little boy anymore.”

He chose to be perverted this time. “No, you’re right. You’re not a little boy anymore… you’re my little man.”

Weiss blushed cutely at that. “He won’t get mad.”

“And how do you know that?” Mari asked.

“Because I told him that I wanted to be with you.”

Mari made a surprised little noise then.

“Oh… and dad told me to tell you: “I told you so!”” Weiss laughed.

The old man got him again! He looked utterly miserable before he felt Weiss moving over him. He was sliding on him rather than getting on his hands and knees.

“Mari…”

“Careful…” He warned, holding him down to him. “I’m afraid I won’t have very much self control when it comes to you.”

“I don’t care.” Weiss tittered.

But he knew better. “We both have to wake up early and it’s already late. Let’s go to sleep.”

Weiss silently agreed with him, resting within Restrictor Marianne’s grasp.

Mari stared at the ceiling for a little while, not believing for a second that this might have just happened. It had been a long while since he had been with anyone. It was nice. Actually, it felt great. He felt complete. “Mari…” He heard Weiss say into the darkness of his room. “I love you.” Such a quietly uttered phrase and yet it brought him such peace. He knew now, that he would never hear it enough and he drifted off to sleep.

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Marianne woke up suddenly when he felt Weiss turn over and shiver. It looked like he kicked his blankets off sometime in the night. Stupid boy. He threw the covers back over his shoulders and dragged him over to him. He could at least wake up warm if nothing else. Weiss just seemed to attach himself to his side and snuggled into him. He had to keep from shivering himself. The boy’s skin was like ice!

“Mmm… Mari.” Weiss murmured sleepily into his neck. Then he stopped moving… and then nothing.

“Are you asleep?” Marianne asked and Weiss didn’t answer, telling him he was. He decided to get some sleep himself and dropped off… only to wake up an hour later and feel like he was burning up. Damn it! Cold to hot! What was he, a furnace? He kicked the covers off and left the sheets over them, Weiss purred as his body cooled and snuggled closer to him still. It was going to take him a while to get used to this. Mari mercifully fell asleep one last time and slept through the night.

When the sun peaked through his window he cursed. Damn it! He was still miserably tired. His eyes flicked to Weiss, who looked like he had been watching him for a while. He must have stayed perfectly still, otherwise he would have woken him up sooner.

“G’morning!” Weiss said brightly. That was how he was everyday. Damn brat… he didn’t even need coffee to slap that smile on his face… and what’s worse it was infectious!

“Good morning.” He said softly.

“I think I’ll make breakfast, did you go shopping yesterday?” Weiss knew he himself hadn’t gone in a while staying home and being a basket case. Mari’s look told him he didn’t. “Any thing in the refrigerator?”

“You mean that isn’t growing blue fuzz?” Restrictor joked and Weiss laughed.

“Sorry about that.” Weiss apologized. “I still have a little money from my summer job, want me to get us something? I can drop it off to you at work.”

“Don’t have the time.”

“Well, I’ll go grocery shopping and I’ll make something for us for lunch.”

“You’re not very romantic you know? You’re talking about going grocery shopping… and it’s our first morning together.”

Weiss gave him a look.

“What?”

“You are crabbing about me not being romantic Mari?” Weiss laughed. “I can’t believe you of all people are complaining about that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You, romantic?” He tittered.

“I can be romantic!”

“On what planet?” Weiss laughed some more.

“You’re awfully mouthy today.” He grinned.

“Mouthy? What’s that supposed to mean?” He sat up and kicked his legs over the edge.

Restrictor watched as he was about to get out of bed. “Careful.”

“Why?” Weiss didn’t even think about putting his feet on the ground and standing… until his legs buckled under him and he was sent to the floor.

Restrictor Marianne’s head appeared over the bed, he looked rather amused. “You okay? Hurt anything?”

“I think I hurt my pride?” Weiss laughed, trying to get up.

“You might be a little shaky. You’re not used to it yet.” Mari felt this information might have come just a little late, but he wanted to make sure he knew it might happen in the future as well.

Weiss stood up enough to climb back on the bed. “Did that happen to you before?”

“Hm.” Restrictor nodded. “Yeah, my legs were all wobbly. I didn’t take a dive out of the bed like you though.” He snickered.

“Haha… very funny Mari.” Weiss managed to find his footing and plopped back down onto the bed. He was about to yell at him before Mari kissed him and pushed him underneath him. “Mari… we have to get ready.”

“I think I’m going to be a little late today.” He purred, pressing kisses into his throat. “I want something to eat before I go to work.”

Weiss blushed at that. “Mari, that’s the most perverted thing I’ve ever heard you say.” He couldn’t help but giggle at that.

“Get used to it, because now that you’re mine I’m going to be perverted all the time.” He laughed as Weiss squeaked out his pleasure to him as his hands roamed down his skin.

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Author’s Note:
Ker-blush! Purr! Hope that it was yummy! ^_~ Two more chapters to go!