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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Marius giggles and his cheeks flush at the wicked amusement in Rat's face. He grins into the kiss, enjoying the warmth of it and the warmth of their bodies pressed close together. He lets out a sigh, savoring the new sensations these bodies stir.

He rolls easily as Rat turns them onto their sides, snuggling further against him. The morning light weaves bright patterns against both of their bodies; Marius finds his eyes especially drawn to the patterns he finds on Rat's body, and the way they highlight the scars that remain the same.

"You've still got your scars," he says reverently, tracing near one of the bullet holes on his shoulder.

"Magic can only do so much, apparently," Rat says, more thoughtfully than bothered by it. "When the city turned me into a child, the injuries on my back were still fresh." The transformation back into himself had gone back to the old formation of scars, hadn't taken into account a week of easy safety and medical care that might have reduced them if he'd grown naturally.

It was a cloth laid over a statue. The shape stayed the same.

"Would you prefer me without them?"

"Hmm," Marius agrees, still tracing around the bullet hole in Rat's shoulder. "Magic does have its limits." Not that he minds; Rat's scars are as much a part of him as his wit and passion for the stage. Though he might wish Rat didn't have the experiences that led to those scars, he knows that they are essential threads in the fabric of the man he loves.

"No, I wouldn't," he tells him, leaning in to press his lips gently near to where he still traces his lover's skin with his finger. "They're a part of you."

Idly, Marius wonders if he still has his own bullet wound from the barricades.

Rat bites down on a soft noise, all too sensitive still, when the kiss flares up warmth for him. However long this lasts, he's going to encourage Marius to take lots of advantage of him.

Curious fingers search Marius' form, finding the bullet wound on his body as well, thumbing carefully over it. "We're the same," he says, clearly a little pleased.

Marius nuzzles against where he just kissed Rat, smiling at the way his lover bites down so as to keep noise from escaping. The way their bodies react to one another while in these shapes provide a molten sort of heat; constant, and shifting from moment to moment. Marius means to enjoy these new sensations for as long as he can.

His own breath catches as Rat thumbs his bullet wound; he shivers a bit. "Yes," he agrees. He pulls back a bit from Rat's shoulder to look at his lover with amused, slightly glazed eyes. "God, we are never leaving this bed, are we?"

"I was serious, mostly, about going out and getting something that might..." Rat waves a hand dramatically. "Enhance the experience." Or at least get them some clothes.

"And there is that absurdly large bath tub. And food." Most of his plans have nothing to do with leaving this room unless he wants to bring back something to Marius, but a few of them have approached the idea of leaving the bed.

"Or I could just spend all day. Right here." Pointedly, he slips a hand between Marius' legs. Right there.

"Enhance it how?" Marius asks, the lower half of his body shifting slightly in the sheets at the prospect of any sort of enhancement. He smiles as Rat waves his hand to emphasize his words; the theatricality in his lover proving especially endearing given their current circumstances.

"Hmm," he agrees, eyes glancing towards the ridiculous tub, interest and warmth flaring in his belly. "And I suppose we do need to eat, at some point."

"Fuck," he whimpers, body jerking towards Rat at the hand between his legs. His eyes widen and glaze over as the heat builds further in his lower abdomen. He leans forward, clutching at Rat as he brings their mouths together for a pleading kiss.

"You should do that," Marius gasps in between kisses.

"Toys," Rat says, all mischief. Vibrators, cuffs, little things to unwrap him from. His eyes sparkle with the possibilities and trouble he might make.

Marius' hips buck a little and Rat bends to kiss him, all heat and hunger. "That's one of the advantages of this body, or so I've heard." Carefully, he extracts himself so that he can kneel between Marius legs and more easily slide two fingers into him. "You don't have to wait as long to come again."

Looking at Marius from this angle only sparks Rat's interest all over again and he squeezes his legs together, half tempted to finger himself at the same time.

The mischief shining in Rat's eyes, combined with the simple word he utters that promises so much more than simplicity, sends shudders throughout Marius. He bites down on his lip to try and contain the whimpering moan building in his chest, but the noise falls from behind closed lips regardless.

He kisses Rat back with his own intensity and need, groaning into his mouth. His body already feels electric at each touch and kiss; Marius feels arousal flowing through his veins as thick and cloying as honeyed tea. "I can believe that," he gasps, neck arching. He spreads his legs to give Rat more room; he feels obscene and desperate and he finds himself addicted to both sensations as he angles his hips towards those two fingers with a whine.

He keeps his gaze as focused as he can on Rat; his body jerks and his hands tangle with fierce need in the sheets as he watches his lover squeeze his legs together. "God, Rat," he breathes.

"It's driving me crazy, just being able to see you like this," he admits, looking at Marius with dark, hungry eyes. For the rest of his life, he's never going to forget what it looks like, all the various ways he's been privileged to see Marius like this.

Even as he says it, he can feel Marius' gaze travel down his own body, catching sight of his need and Rat's stomach lurches a little with the thought of it. How good it would be to exhaust himself in Marius' arms.

"More?" he asks, even as he gives a careful thrust upward of his fingers.

Marius whimpers, eyelids fluttering as he desperately tries to keep hold of Rat's gaze, dark, alluring, and intoxicating. The way his lover looks at him like that makes him feel as though he's been set on fire with starlight; Marius is addicted to the feeling, just as he adores the way Rat makes him feel so much, and so deeply. He will cherish all of these moments, and all of the moments, in general, he gets with Rat. He counts himself blessed to have them.

Marius brushes his legs against Rat's heated skin, biting down on his lip. He tries to encourage without words the need he finds mirrored in his lover's eyes.

"Yes," he pleads, arching his lower back and shifting his his hips forward to catch more of that delicious heat spurred on by Rat's marvelous fingers. He shifts the back of his head against the pillow, loosening his hair a bit from the braid Rat placed it in. His body is a knot of sensation, from the heat spooling from his stomach downward to the coolness of the morning air inspiring goosebumps on top of sweat-soaked flesh; he trembles against the sheets, breath hitching between gasps and moans.

"And come here so I can kiss you," he whimpers, nearly whines, reaching for Rat as though unsure of how to use his own arms.

It's a pleasure to see Marius like this, all caught up in physical pleasure, all brought on by the workings of a simple touch. It's glorious to watch Marius writing beneath him, body jerking to him on instinct as he reaches up for Rat, leaves to sunlight.

Moving quickly, Rat joins Marius for the kiss, fingers still working at him intently. The feel of Marius' body along his is too much and Rat is only barely aware of how his own instincts are winning out as he rubs a hand against himself, his own fingers nudging inward, hands moving in time. One against Marius, one for himself.

All of it bracketed by Marius' kisses.

Marius derives pleasure even from just the sparks that fly between them as he and Rat take each other in with their eyes; watching Rat watching him renders him breathless just as much as his touch does. He finds himself unable to get enough of either sensation, and so he reaches for his lover with an increased sense of urgency.

He moans as their lips meet in fervored, sticky kisses as intense as the heat flaring up between their bodies. He reaches one hand to tangle in Rat's hair and pull him closer, while he glides the other down to Rat's chest to glance over the skin he finds there. All the while, he shudders and his hips move in time with Rat's fingers; he catches sight of Rat using one hand on himself; his chest tightens and heat coils in his belly as he lets out a low groan.

He pulls back from their kisses only briefly, to ask a question. "Come together?" His voice shakes around each word, unstable for lack of steady breath.

"Yes," he barely breathes the word out, eyes closing and fingers searching more desperately again. Marius feels impossible, unbelievable, and Rat could drown in that devotion and be happy for it. It's a feeling that's equal parts thrilling and terrifying, with the latter only enhancing the former.

Briefly, Rat nods at Marius' own hands, an invitation. He's quickly learning his new body and its sensitivities and he's getting a quick impression of Marius'. Enough to know the slight clench of his body, the warning of him about to tip over.

He wants to see all of it.

Marius inhales a shuddering breath in response to that one word; a breath he feels down to his very toes, curling in the sheets as the friction and heat builds between them. He thinks he could easily float away on the emotions Rat inspires in him; on the intensity of the love Rat bestows upon him.

He whimpers and curses, gasps a mixture of French and English nonsense at the searching desperation of Rat's fingers. His neck arches back against the pillow as his eyelids flutter and the rest of his body jerks against the sheets. He feels caught in the process of his body turning into molten lava; one hand tangles desperately in Rat's hair as the other moves down his body to take over for the hand between his legs.

This is all Marius manages before he falls into ecstasy with a loud keen; his body arches against the bed like the curve of a whip, and his legs clench around Rat as pleasure seeps through him. He shivers as Rat's name falls from his lips, nearly a scream. His fingers jerk inside his lover and his other hand pulls at his hair. He tries to hold his head up to meet Rat's gaze but instead falls back against the pillows.

He's not sure what does him in, the touch or the sight. All he knows is that he can feel that pulse again, tearing through Rat on a tail of warm, tingling skin and adrenaline. Arching back toward the ceiling, Rat's head lolls backwards and his eyes close, throat caught around a strangled, needful sound.

"Oh god," he says, amazed at this body, at the way Marius is touching him. At the way that Marius is writhing beneath him. "You look..." He smiles dopily, suddenly boneless.

That strangled noise runs right through him; the way Rat arches towards the ceiling sends shivers down his spine. Marius watches Rat come undone, gaze brightened with his own intense yearning and the aftermath of his own pleasure. He moves his hand to guide his lover through that pulse that echoes in his own body, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

"You too," he manages to breathe out, smiling. He pulls Rat forward and turns so that they are both laying side by side again, snuggling up to him and stealing as many kisses as he can get away with in the process.

Marius' hair has come loose from all his writhing; it falls forward over his shoulder and he giggles. "All things considered, this has been a pretty wondrous weekend so far," he says, nuzzling against Rat's neck.

Rat groans and kisses Marius where he can, dazed and thrilled. "There are worse ways to make up," he says. Shamelessly, Rat flops his new, slighter body into the mattress next to Marius and wraps around him now.

As he settles, Rat hears a tiny rumble and realizes it's from his own stomach.

"God," he says, not actually sorry. "We better feed ourselves."

Marius delights in each kiss, unable to keep the ridiculous grin off his face. "Definitely worse ways," he agrees, giggling breathlessly as he flops with Rat and settle together once again. He brings a hand to gently caress the side of his face, leaning in close to breathe him in.

Marius' own stomach provides Rat's grumbling with an answer of its own.

"Probably a wise idea," he agrees with a nod. He realizes then that he could probably consume an entire ice cream sundae, or something akin to it, by himself. "Room service? Or would you like to go out?"

Marius already knows what he prefers, but he'll do whatever Rat wants.

"I want to stay right here," Rat says, reaching lazily for the menu. In his own body, it would be an easy reach but he finds his arm stopping short now. He's too small in his body to do anything more than to make a pantomime of struggling before dropping into the mattress again and giving up. "You get it."

Rolling to his side a little, Rat is slightly more successful in the effort of sitting up and looking towards the bathroom. "If I shower, you better not follow me in. We'll never get out." His tone is stern but his expression is wicked as he says that.

"That makes two of us, then," Marius says in agreement, his French accent flaring up a bit. He watches Rat with obvious amusement, the corners of his mouth twitching as he reaches for the menu and passes it to his lover. "As you wish." He blows away stray strands of red hair as he laughs.

He isn't as successful as Rat in his attempt to sit up; he makes an effort before falling back against the mattress. "Is that an invitation?" He asks, quirking an eyebrow. "Because I was considering the tub, myself. Much more...room."

Edited 2016-05-11 00:30 (UTC)

"It probably shouldn't be." They can't have been awake for more than an hour and they already can't keep their hands off one another. Introduce steam, hot water, and fragrant soap and they may forget to eat entirely but with those options he can't convince himself to mind.

Hell, Rat could eat Marius up right now, but they do need to wash up and keep from scandalizing the service.

"No, we probably should attempt to make ourselves decent, shouldn't we?" Marius sighs, letting sensibility cloud his words, much as he doesn't want it to. They both do need to eat, if for nothing else, to keep up their stamina. And after the delights of both the past night and this morning, Marius knows they both could use a good wash.

He rolls over with a groan, moving to sit up and place his feet on the ground. He stands up, wobbling. Images fill his mind like steam from the shower Rat's mentioned; the perfume of soap and warm water running over entwined bodies, hands pressing desperately against glass.

He sighs again, feels it shuddering through his body. He shakes his head, his long, red hair flying out as he does so. "We should attempt productivity I suppose."

Rat catches that expression on Marius' face and he smiles wickedly. Good to know they're both thinking the same thing. What a pity it would be if they'd woken up like this and one of them had been too perturbed to enjoy this.

"I can always wait here while you wash up," he teases. "Remove the temptation entirely." It won't work because they're both too good at giving in to temptation but they can pretend. In almost all aspects of his life, Rat has been disciplined as a means of survival. Except in love.

Flipping through the menu, Rat shakes his head. "All of this room service is overpriced. Let's get something ridiculous and indulgent." It is, after all, their personal celebration.

Marius doesn't miss that wicked curve of a smile on Rat's face, echoing the curves of his own wicked thoughts. He chews thoughtfully on his lip as the corners of his mouth quirk upwards and a light blush spreads across his cheeks like the rising dawn. They've already spent so much time wrapped with in and around each other's skin. But then, what better way to spend their getaway?

Urged on by a sudden spark of a feeling, Marius turns to face Rat, twirling some of his long, red hair around one of his fingers as he stands fully naked in front of his lover. "What a saint you are," he teases, eyes bright. "Perhaps I'll follow your saintly example and pray in the water. All by myself." His voice wavers a bit but his tone lingers, suggesting the exact opposite of his words as he takes a few steps backwards, towards the tub.

His own stomach growls a moment later, and Marius giggles. "We should get waffles," he says. "And every kind of ridiculous food that will likely give us heart attacks."

Edited 2016-05-13 02:00 (UTC)

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