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Feelings creative today!!! Wrote a fic for the snogging thingie(I'd rather wait for the answer from psyche before i post it there, but know that it is an OZZIE fic O__o ...a first for me.) and a bit of the Massive!evilness ficcie that I write in collaboration with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kodalai and windandwater .
Begins just before Mikke's first bit. Logically.
Heero had been flaming pissed when he had left his den five hours before. Really, really pissed, and that was all he could do not to just hit his Duo, and if he had done that, he would have hated himself forever. The cat was so much weaker than him –not that he was weak in general, no, just compared to an alpha-type wolf – and on top of that, he was tied up, unable to evade the blows. But by the skies, maybe he was not wearing any weapons, but his tongue was cutting enough to count as a lethal one, tied up or not!
And so, Heero had had to leave not to hurt his beautiful captive, something he would never have forgiven himself for.
But now, after hours of running around his territory and renewing his markings, something he had neglected since he had gotten Duo, he was feeling cooled down and ready to return to the den and see if his kitten was ready to forget too.
He was NOT saying that he had been the one to be wrong! And even if that had been the case, he would not have said it. He had his pride! Plus, if he let Duo walk all over him, the feline would never respect him... – ah, who was he kidding, nothing he would do would make Duo respect him any more or any less.
But his kitten was stubborn too, and would probably never admit that he had been wrong. And since Heero wouldn't...
Damn, he didn't know what to do. Just go in and act as if he didn't even remember why he had left? As if the longhaired minx would let him forget. Plus the fact that Heero had left him tied up all afternoon waiting for him...
There was no way he'd crawl for Duo's forgiveness, the wolf decided firmly, trampling that stupid bit of sudden worry that had jumped out in the open. Duo was his friggin' slave! He did not have to justify himself to him!
... Maybe he would take home something good to eat... the way to a kitten's heart was through the stomach after all.
Something good for his Duo...
A half hour later, he was trotting home, his tail proudly raised high, the porcupine held at arm's end not to risk touching a quill. He was sure that he was looking positively ridiculous in that position; but what the hell. There was no one to see him, and he would strut if he wanted! Heero had been told that porcupine meat was quite tasty, plus having left his Duo tied up, he was in a hurry to come back and didn't have the time to stalk anything. So when he had seen the dumb animal roll itself in a ball instead of running away before him...
That porcupine had been hell to catch. He had had to use a stick to turn it over, and had gotten pricked four times on his arm when he had slid his hand over the animal's belly to reach its throat. He really hoped that Duo would appreciate the effort!
His tail wagged against his will when he imagined his kitten licking the wounds, his eyes gazing up at him...
Heero had always heard that make-up sex was great. He really hoped he'd get to verify it.
Seemed like he wouldn't, after all.
The den was empty. The bed was cold. The restrains –broken, on the ground, thrown here and there, in anger more than probably.
The scent was cold and drifting.
The porcupine fell on the ground, but he didn't give a shit. He was already turning back, trying to find the trail.
He felt something strange, thinking that Duo hadn't awaited him. That he had run away. Heero had treated him good, been gentle and patient, had even let him get away with insulting him every chance he got, and Duo was running away as soon as he had his back turned?
It hurt, and he did not know why, and one fleeting second he played with the idea of just letting the backstabbing little bastard go, and good riddance.
But he was HIS. Heero had claimed him.
He WOULD get him back... and then he'd teach him to escape.
He was furious.
kodalai and windandwater .Begins just before Mikke's first bit. Logically.
Heero had been flaming pissed when he had left his den five hours before. Really, really pissed, and that was all he could do not to just hit his Duo, and if he had done that, he would have hated himself forever. The cat was so much weaker than him –not that he was weak in general, no, just compared to an alpha-type wolf – and on top of that, he was tied up, unable to evade the blows. But by the skies, maybe he was not wearing any weapons, but his tongue was cutting enough to count as a lethal one, tied up or not!
And so, Heero had had to leave not to hurt his beautiful captive, something he would never have forgiven himself for.
But now, after hours of running around his territory and renewing his markings, something he had neglected since he had gotten Duo, he was feeling cooled down and ready to return to the den and see if his kitten was ready to forget too.
He was NOT saying that he had been the one to be wrong! And even if that had been the case, he would not have said it. He had his pride! Plus, if he let Duo walk all over him, the feline would never respect him... – ah, who was he kidding, nothing he would do would make Duo respect him any more or any less.
But his kitten was stubborn too, and would probably never admit that he had been wrong. And since Heero wouldn't...
Damn, he didn't know what to do. Just go in and act as if he didn't even remember why he had left? As if the longhaired minx would let him forget. Plus the fact that Heero had left him tied up all afternoon waiting for him...
There was no way he'd crawl for Duo's forgiveness, the wolf decided firmly, trampling that stupid bit of sudden worry that had jumped out in the open. Duo was his friggin' slave! He did not have to justify himself to him!
... Maybe he would take home something good to eat... the way to a kitten's heart was through the stomach after all.
Something good for his Duo...
A half hour later, he was trotting home, his tail proudly raised high, the porcupine held at arm's end not to risk touching a quill. He was sure that he was looking positively ridiculous in that position; but what the hell. There was no one to see him, and he would strut if he wanted! Heero had been told that porcupine meat was quite tasty, plus having left his Duo tied up, he was in a hurry to come back and didn't have the time to stalk anything. So when he had seen the dumb animal roll itself in a ball instead of running away before him...
That porcupine had been hell to catch. He had had to use a stick to turn it over, and had gotten pricked four times on his arm when he had slid his hand over the animal's belly to reach its throat. He really hoped that Duo would appreciate the effort!
His tail wagged against his will when he imagined his kitten licking the wounds, his eyes gazing up at him...
Heero had always heard that make-up sex was great. He really hoped he'd get to verify it.
Seemed like he wouldn't, after all.
The den was empty. The bed was cold. The restrains –broken, on the ground, thrown here and there, in anger more than probably.
The scent was cold and drifting.
The porcupine fell on the ground, but he didn't give a shit. He was already turning back, trying to find the trail.
He felt something strange, thinking that Duo hadn't awaited him. That he had run away. Heero had treated him good, been gentle and patient, had even let him get away with insulting him every chance he got, and Duo was running away as soon as he had his back turned?
It hurt, and he did not know why, and one fleeting second he played with the idea of just letting the backstabbing little bastard go, and good riddance.
But he was HIS. Heero had claimed him.
He WOULD get him back... and then he'd teach him to escape.
He was furious.
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*squee!*