pontmercyfriend | It's the bough we break to blow away. [Backdated to 4/2/16]

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It's the bough we break to blow away. [Backdated to 4/2/16]

In spite of their conversations wanting to plan a weekend getaway for themselves, Marius jumps at the chance to get out of the city with Rat following the Founder's Day celebrations. Marius calls Courfeyrac to arrange for the care of their cats and mice; they hail a taxi, winding up at a hotel in the countryside: a quaint, luxurious establishment with an artistically designed pool arranged to blend in with the forest around the hotel, a charming restaurant with a lilac theme, and a cellar where they craft their own beer.

Marius finds them a room with an obscenely-sized bed and a balcony overlooking both the pool and the nature beyond. The atmosphere proves even more alluring with the mixed fragrances of newly blossoming flowers, the scent of wisteria particularly strong.

This vacation is entirely indulgent; they make their way to their room without even stopping in the restaurant. They barely drop their bags on the floor before they're falling into bed together, clothes and limbs tangling together in knots as they give into their passion. They pause only once to order room service.

Eventually, Marius falls asleep, though he doesn't remember the exact moment he does so. The next time he opens his eyes, the sun is filtering through the window, casting the room in a golden light. He stretches, his naked body shifting against the sheets. Marius' eyes open more fully and he glances down at his chest, which tightens as his gaze saunters down the rest of his body.

"Merde!" He swears in a soft voice as he flails and falls off the bed, sheets partly still entwined around him.

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It's the thump that wakes him up, curled around Marius from behind. Muzzily, Rat lifts his head and stares down at the half-tangled mass. At the gorgeous redhead that's not the one he fell asleep with. Peering over the edge, he raises his brows. "Marius?"

Hearing his own voice makes Rat fall backward into the mattress, hands flying up to his chest to confirm that, in fact, this is his own body now.

"God. At least we're not shrunk down to children instead," he supposes, surprised at how deep his voice sounds in his ears, even for a woman.

Marius feels his face burn as he hears Rat moving in the bed above him. When he catches his lover's eyes, he finds that, he, too, finds himself in a different body.

"Rat?" He asks by way of an answer, moving to untangle himself from the sheets around him. The softness of his voice catches him off-guard; and God, but his legs are so long, and the sheets are wound tight. He can't stop staring, either, at the new shape of his chest.

"Small favors, I suppose," Marius agrees as he climbs back into bed, next to Rat.

He can't keep from staring; he doesn't notice the length of his own hair until some of it accidentally spills forward over his shoulder.

"Oh," he says, playing with the ends of red hair. "This is new."

"I guess the city took our vacation ideas to another level," he supposes. He finds himself still blushing, both from his earlier tumble from the bed and the way Rat looks, laying in the bed.

His own hair is, if anything, shorter than it normally is and Rat supposes he has to thank this place for at least having a sense of humor. So far as he can tell, the city has taken a man who happily plays with the appearance of gender and given him the form of a lean tomboy. It's an irony he supposes he can appreciate.

Marius, however, looks like something out of a novel. He reaches out and combs back some of Marius' hair, looking into those large, curious eyes. "So it did," he agrees.

Shifting, Rat untangles from the sheets a little, since Marius seems so intent in staring at him. "I suppose one's anniversary is always a chance to try something new." It's either a very bad joke or a very good proposition.

"We got away from the city, and the city got us away from our bodies," Marius muses, savoring the way Rat combs back his hair. He feels a bit dizzy at the abrupt changes, but he also finds it comforting that the city saw fit to give them both new forms together. Well, as comforting as gestures from Darrow went, at least.

Marius props himself up with one hand, his gaze wandering down Rat's body. Rat is beautiful no matter what form he has; the morning light shimmers across his skin like stained glass as Rat untangles himself from the sheets. Marius' breath catches in his throat as he reaches out with his other hand to begin tracing patterns on Rat's shoulder.

"I suppose so," he smiles, feeling warm, content, and slightly breathless just lazing about in bed with his lover. "And we have all the time in the world. Or, well. Nearly," he adds with a sheepish smile.

"It's nice to know that Darrow at least has a sense of humor. Or irony." Unconcerned with his own changes—Rat isn't suffering and so he's not worried—he keeps his attentions on Marius, still playing with the luxurious red hair. Delicate, with faint freckles and wide eyes, he is just as beautiful to Rat and while he's bemused by the situation, he isn't surprised that Marius still holds his eyes and heart.

"You look like a Pre-Raphaelite painting," he says, carelessly shifting over to pull Marius into his arms so that he can braid out of Marius' eyes. "Do you think the staff will refuse us room service now that we've changed? Or will a hefty tip suffice?"

"Most likely both, knowing Darrow," Marius agrees, smiling down as Rat plays with his hair. He brings his hand up from Rat's shoulders to card through his hair, actually shorter, he thinks, than it used to be. "I imagine it was likely waiting for us to make a trip like this."

Briefly, he wonders if he can still fit in any of his clothes.

His mind suddenly floods with images of Pre-Raphaelite portraits; he blushes at the comparison, pleased. He curls into Rat as he pulls him into his arms, bringing his other hand around to caress his face.

"I feel like it," he admits, shaking his head a bit to show off his newly long hair, which, he realizes, he will need to brush at some point. "And you look like a modern Jeanne D'Arc," he says, letting their legs tangle together as he leans in close to steal a kiss. The softness of their lips pressed together heightens both Marius' breath and his blush.

"Likely a hefty tip," he says after. "Or perhaps we can intimidate them with our blatant nudity," he adds, eyes crinkling with amusement.

"That sounds terribly immodest of you," Rat says, not precluding himself from shameless displays of his body. He finds himself relaxing when Marius kisses him, a little relieved that they're both taking it in stride because Marius is alluring to him in this form as much as he is as a man. If Marius would allow him, Rat would happily reacquaint himself with his lover.

"I'm not sure of that comparison. I'm not the least bit French." Carefully, inch by inch, Rat finger combs the long, coppery waves. It's not substitute for properly combing his hair, but it'll do for a start. He can see the red flush in Marius' cheeks and wonders if he can make Marius flush deeper.

Kissing Marius again softly, he admits, "I'm very intrigued by this change. Is that wrong of me?"

"Well, where's the fun in vacation if we're not a little bit immodest?" Marius replies with an arched eyebrow and smile, jutting his chin out with a slight defiance. His eyes shine as he watches Rat, his curiosity tinged with a yearning hunger. He very much still wants the other man; he chews on his bottom lip, still as thick as ever, as a familiar heat burns in his belly.

"No," he says, voice turning husky as he relishes the way Rat combs through his hair. "But you have her boldness and her grace; her utter fearlessness and her beauty." He feels the flush in his cheeks deepen and creep down to his neck as images flash through his mind; images of lips and limbs entangling together, of lovers exploring one another anew. His own hand against Rat's hair trembles slightly.

Marius lets out a hybrid of a gasp and a moan just as Rat kisses him again, practically setting his skin on fire with want.

"If it is wrong, I don't want to be right," Marius replies, voice raw and breathless, his chest heaving as he pants and squirms with the desire rampant running through him. His eyes fixate on all of Rat, drinking in the sight of him with obvious want.

"Rat," he nearly whines. "Please. I need you."

"Her short hair?" he fills in contrarily. Marius turns a deep red and Rat thinks all over again how he could probably just pin him down and have him. His head between Marius' legs, kissing him slick lips and fingers to replace his mouth. A thigh between his legs. The image of it, of Marius' face contorted with pleasure, the long red-gold hair spread out around him, makes his own cheeks warm.

He can feel heat skittering through him when Marius moans like that and then looks at him with such blatant desire. "I may have to go into town," he teases, kissing Marius' shoulder now. "Get us some clothes. Some other things." Shifting, Rat take his shoulders and rolls them, only to get caught and realize that he's now several inches shorter, less muscular and wiry than he's used to and the attempt gets them caught.

Most embarrassing of all, Rat can hear himself giggling, a high and breathless noise.

"Hmm," Marius tries to tease Rat back, but desire clouds his response. He watches as Rat's cheeks color with warmth, and he shivers. Small gasps keep escaping between his lips as images bombard his thoughts; kissing Rat, touching Rat, holding him between his legs - climaxing with him until they both see stars.

Sweat inches down his back; each kiss Rat places on his shoulder echoes throughout the rest of his body like a rippling wave. He leans in to nuzzle at Rat's face, breathing him in between shuddering gasps of air. "What do we need clothes for?" He asks, eyes bright and wide; voice wrecked and breathless. "And what other things, exactly?"

Rat's giggling proves contagious; Marius follows suit, laughing even as his body winds taut with wanting. "Well there's your answer then," he says. "Now you can't leave."

"Clothes for if I want to go out and show you off." Rolling a little to the side and nudging Marius to follow so that his back is flush against his chest, Rat lets himself explore Marius properly now. Slowly, his hands roam from Marius' shoulders and down to his hips before slowly wandering back up until he can cup the swell of Marius' breasts in each hand.

"Other things for when I want to keep you in. Keep you occupied." He can hear the sounds of Marius breathing–panting, more accurately, can feel the tension of his body. Rat nuzzles into Marius' neck, behind the braid he's just tied into Marius' hair, so that he can scrape bare teeth along his skin.

"Go out dancing?" Marius asks as they move, voice swaying in time with his meandering breath at Rat's roaming hands. He likes the idea of Rat showing him off; he likes the idea of going out and having people know that the both of them belong to one another. "Or go out to a show?" Both options charm him with their whimsy natures.

His body lights up at each touch as he settles back against his lover, savoring his hands and the way his breasts press into his back. He flushes deeper, letting out a stuttering breath that turns into a gasping moan when Rat's hands close around his breasts. His back arches as he presses himself further into his lover's hands, craving more of his touch.

"Occupied?" He manages before Rat starts nuzzling his neck. He gasps and sighs, head tipping back into each nuzzle. "Rat, fuck!" He groans as teeth scrape against bare skin. His body jolts as whimpers, gasps, and moans fall from his lips; one of his hands twists into the sheets for purchase as the other reaches back, seeking out any and all bare skin of Rat's he can find.

"Occupied. Tied down. Played wi–" Rat pauses in his teasing when Marius jumps, squirms in the bed as if touched with a live wire. One little nibble and Marius is suddenly flailing, making a terribly obscene noise, and Rat finds himself blushing. It's only made worse when Marius starts to touch him too.

So far, Rat's held out with his self-control, only to realize that his new body is sensitive. The sound of Marius, the way his fingers roam over Rat's skin, all of it leaves trails and sends heat through him. Instead of a stiff prick, he feels a tight sense of need concentrating that undermines much of his control and leaves him biting his lip.

Then Marius accidentally brushes a thumb over one of his nipples and Rat lets out an equally accidental shout. His eyes go wide as he realizes how sensitive this new body is.

Marius shudders more with each teasing word that falls from between Rat's lips. Every little touch and tease seems amplified in this body; his toes curl with each new sensation that jolts throughout his body like lightning.

And, God, but touching Rat only further ignites the heat running rampant through him. He can feel the heat radiating from his lover's skin; he finds himself addicted to the softness of it, even as his own hand trembles. Need and wanting fills the air around them like cigarette smoke, thick and hazy; it adds to the tightness in his chest and belly, and he finds that he can't contain the multitudes of gasps and moans falling from his parted mouth.

Marius' eyes widen when Rat shouts like that; he leans further back against his lover to press their skin closer together, his hand roaming again over that same spot on his nipple, needing to hear Rat make that noise again.

He tilts his head to meet Rat for a kiss, bringing his other hand from the sheets to entangle in Rat's short hair. He spills sweet nothings in French in between gasps and their lips parting and moving together, unable to help himself.

Marius is far from utterly submissive but it's still a surprise to see him take such obvious initiative, to deliberately try to make Rat shout again. The touch is electric across his skin in a way that leaves Rat grasping at the sheets, biting his lip in a way that fails to completely suppress a high, desperate noise. Damn this body, he thinks, his legs closing and rubbing together.

Only a few touches and already he needs, aches for it. There's a dull throb between his legs that threatens to explode outward if left unattended or even if it is. His hips raise, thrusting blindly forward against Marius' thigh. The pressure alleviates some of the need but only jus.

"Fuck," he says (whines). "Marius–" Rat doesn't know what to say next, whether it's 'more' or 'stop.' He needs and he can't even be sure what, except for Marius.

Marius turns so that he faces Rat, pressing their bodies as close together as possible. His hands wander with greater insistence, seeking out every tender spot that causes Rat to make noises like that shout. Marius' own need makes him dizzy, but to see that need mirrored in his lover so blatantly sends the rest of the world spinning madly around them.

He gasps as he kisses Rat with greater urgency; he takes his tongue into his mouth and sucks. His hands smooth circles around his lover's breasts. He moves his thigh further between Rat's legs, increasing the pressure and moaning at the friction that radiates throughout their slick bodies.

"Yes?" He breathes more than asks, pulling back to look at Rat with eyes blown wide. "What - " He pauses, tries to collect his breath, and fails. "What do you need me to do?"

He's used to being the one with restraint, with a cool demeanor as he watches Marius cave and come undone, taking his pleasure. Now, his body shocks, his breath catches around involuntary noises. Marius is the one who's exerting that control, watching Rat shake quickly apart.

Sensitized, aching for more, he grinds against Marius' thigh, grabs his hand to pin it against his breasts. "Marius...Please," he says, voice tight. "Every part of me." It's overwhelming, impossible.

"I need you."

"Okay," Marius exhales in a haze, nodding; it's the only complete word he's capable of uttering at the moment, watching in awe as Rat quivers and grinds against his thigh. It's dizzying, watching his lover come undone like this.

He lets out a low moan as Rat pushes his hand against his breasts. In the same breath, Marius increases the pressure of his hand, smoothing all around the mounds of flesh and letting his fingers linger on Rat's nipples, the place where he seems most sensitive.

He moves his lips from Rat's to kiss down the length of his body, nuzzling against and sucking on all the skin he can reach; he breathes little gasps and moans of his own against his lover. Mostly, he's guessing his way throughout this endeavor; he feels sloppy and inexperienced, but Rat seems to like what he's doing, so he keeps going.

Finally, he reaches down between Rat's legs, where he knows he aches the most because it's where he aches, too. He briefly glances up at Rat, to make sure that he's not doing anything unwanted or untoward, before leaning back in, pressing his mouth to that searing heat, and kissing with all the fervor as though he needs it to breathe.

Later, when he tries to dissect how completely and quickly that Marius undoes him, Rat will wonder if it's the novelty of a new body or the way he naturally would be, had he been born in this shape.

In the moment, though, all he can think is that he's hyper aware of the cool air from the hotel vents, of the contrast it makes to the heat that he produces and draws from Marius. Every kiss, every bite and touch, draws noises out of him. Ordinarily, they'd be wonderful, pleasurable. Now they're a perfect torture, especially when Marius continues to exploit his breasts.

And then...

"Holy shit," It comes out high pitched, voice caught, and Rat trembles as his legs fall open for Marius to manipulate as he likes.

Marius follows each noise Rat makes; each tremor ringing throughout his skin. He follows them like bread crumbs, picking at them and proceeding as he guesses where they lead. He lets his movements continue to stoke the building heat between them, sharp and fervent in contrast with the cool, morning air of their hotel room.

The high pitched exclamation from Rat makes Marius shudder in response; his fingers twitch where they trace across Rat's skin. He groans as Rat's legs fall open and he moves further within them.

He sucks and he laps and he tastes; he uses his tongue to go deeper, moaning all the while. He moves one hand down from Rat's breasts to skim across his belly and down to his thigh, tracing patterns with an increased sense of urgency. His rubs his own thighs together and against the sheets to keep his own aching at bay.

Rat doesn't whimper often, nor whine, nor turn to hide his face in a pillow, but Marius drags all of this out of him and more. Already, embarrassingly quick, he can feel that tightness building. He's never come like this before but he knows, instantly, what's happening.

"Marius..." He says it around clenched teeth, trying not to lose complete control. "Shit, Marius. Touch me."

Without thinking of anything beyond how much he needs it, how much it will topple him over in moments, Rat grabs Marius' wrist with the same urgency as when he touched his breast. Now he holds it against the seam of his body, wordlessly begging.

Marius is torn between wanting to watch Rat come undone like this and wanting to focus completely on bringing him as much pleasure as possible so that he comes undone even further. He can feel each whimper and whine reverberate throughout his skin; he can hear the way Rat tosses his head against the pillow.

He fights not to smile where his mouth is pressed between Rat's legs at the way his lover says his name around clenched teeth; he fails. He feels and tastes the building tension within Rat.

So at his request, Marius listens immediately. He moves his mouth to start licking and sucking at Rat's inner thigh as he moves his fingers slowly but surely into Rat, twisting and pressing in ways he hopes will push him over the edge.

"Fuck!" Rat arches off the bed and grabs the back of Marius' head, fingers knotting in his hair. When Marius bites him, when his fingers quirk just slightly up, Rat feels it. The pressure peaks, shudders through him, and he's panting and thrusting his hips forward instinctively.

It feels as though an age has past when Rat falls back into the mattress, even though it can't have been more than a minute. His body shudders with aftershocks, of a truly overwhelming sensation, and he stares at Marius, eyes wide.

"That..." He doesn't have a word for it, not really.

Marius groans at the way Rat pulls at his hair; the sudden tug in his belly echoes the way he so keenly feels his lovers entwined fingers in between the strands. He keeps kissing and sucking and lapping at Rat's skin, keeps his fingers twisting and turning as Rat arches his back and hips into it.

He eases Rat through his pleasure as he comes down, watching him as he falls back on the mattress. He licks his lips as he pulls away; he licks each individual finger clean as he tries desperately to ignore the way his own body throbs with aching need. But, God, the way Rat looks, laying against the mattress and looking at him like that...

"Are you okay?" Marius manages to ask, moving up Rat's body to kiss him, gently, lovingly. He brings a hand to stroke through his lover's short hair.

"Yes. God, yes." He's a little dazed, hypnotized by the way Marius sucks on his own fingers, reminding him of where they've just been. It sends another shiver through him and Rat stares at Marius. "Where did you learn that?"

It's something he's done a few times, despite his preference for male lovers. It's something he can see Marius needs in the flush of his face and the tension in his body. As Marius slides up along his body, Rat's hand travels down. He moves slowly, giving Marius the space to pull away if he likes, before cupping the soft swell of flesh between his legs.

Slow and exploratory still, Rat adds gentle pressure and slips his thumb inward, searching out his center of pleasure.

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