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Wheee!! More hentai furries!!!
Mwahahahahahaha. It feels good to be evil.
They were on the other side of the cave, in a part that was fitted out like a den. His Duo was chained to a wall with heavy manacles, bent over at the waist, unwillingly presenting his lovely derriere to the whoreson. The bastard had something in his hand, something white, like a branch, that had a flame on it, and drops of a whitish liquid fell on the small of Duo's back, and Heero would bet that they burned, those drops, because each time one touched his skin, Duo jumped and yowled in pain, before hissing and spitting at the perpetrator, and his skin was turning red.
Heero's vision too was turning red.
Wufei had been expecting the cat's master to come any minute now. What sort of moron would let someone like Duo go, he didn't know, and if Heero didn't run after him, Wufei would be surprised. It would be interesting, for sure.
Sure, he had been surprised when the feline fell through the roof, and a little wary, but now that he had warmed up to the idea... He had missed having someone to play with like that. And if what his cat alluded to was true, taming his Canine master would be a hell of a ride.
Looking at him, now, in the flesh, he was glad to see that he hadn't been wrong. The young male crouching at the foot of the wall was an alpha, no mistake possible. His body was rippling with tense muscles, and the dragon observed for a few seconds their play under the tanned skin and the dark, messy fur. The wolf was growling, menacingly, and his eyes, of a startling dark blue color, were trying to dig holes in his skull. If Wufei had not been centuries old, he would not have been able to meet his eyes.
The wolf was used to be a dominant. It would be... challenging.
"Well well well..." the black-haired dragon chuckled darkly. "Look who came to visit, pretty cat..."
Duo tried to turn around to see, but he was restrained tight and couldn't move much. He sniffed the air, searching for the scent.
"Heero?!?"
"Shhh" the man whispered, snuffing the candle and caressing Duo's furred ass lovingly. Duo moaned and stopped moving altogether, a fem small whimpers escaping from his throat.
Heero growled.
"Get the fuck away from him," he snarled, slowly stalking closer.
The man smirked and let the candle fall on the ground, just to grab a handle behind him.
A whip. A long, thin whip, of solid leather. The kind that leaves deep scars if used correctly, and Heero felt that he knew how to use a whip correctly. He growled, low, menacing, but stopped his advance.
"Why should I get away? He seems to like me so close... " the man asked, innocently brushing the whip along Duo's exposed side. The cat shivered and mewled, his muscles tensing as he tried to get away from the caress.
"He cries out so prettily... don't you think so?"
Heero snarled wordlessly. He would kill that bastard. The rat had the balls to boast about making his Duo cry out...
He stalked closer, very slowly, his eyes fixated on the whip to be able to react at once if that bastard tried to hit Duo. The thin leather rope was coming and going on his feline's skin, back and forth, caressing his sides, his back, running up toward the nape of his neck, then down, following the line of fur on his vertebras, to the base of his tail, and still, slowly, Heero approached... But he was still too far to jump on him directly and hope to take him by surprise. And Duo was too close.
The whip slid along a furred buttock, caressed the place where it touched the tail still, back and forth, slowly, and Duo whimpered, his arms trembling as if he was having more and more troubles supporting his own weight. He was strong, but not strong enough to stay in that position for so long. He was ready to burst, but Wufei wouldn't let him, he knew.
"H-Heero..."
The wolf started. "Yes?" he answered in a steady tone, forcing the trepidation he felt out of his voice. Wufei admired his will to keep his slave calm and reassured that help was coming. Such a protective instinct was commendable.. and would be a hell of a good button to push, if pushed well.
"Don't l-let him... make me..."
"Make you what?" asked Heero, one eye on the whip and his ears turned toward Duo's head.
"C-come again... Can't... stand it..."
Heero jumped, eyes wide, and took a deep whiff of air. The scent of Duo-cum was everywhere, over by the wall, by the bed, and his arousal was thick in the air, so thick Heero wasn't so surprised to learn that it was becoming painful.
Wufei smirked wide, catching the exact second where Heero was distracted.
'Now!'
Heero yelped when he felt something slide around his ankles and yank, and brutally fell on his back. He tried to control his fall, but the ... things were dragging him forward, toward the bastard with the whip. He lashed out, but his claws made contact with a hard, smooth surface, and glanced off. He went to try again, snarling, but his hands never reached their goal, imprisoned in the same strange moving creepers. One of the things slithered toward his throat, and he growled and tried to bite it. He didn't see the one creeping behind him to circle his neck by behind.
The wolf struggled, howling with rage, but he didn't manage to make what was maintaining him in place give on more than a few inches.
"Heero!!" Duo screamed, tugging against the restraints. "Don't hurt him, don't hurt him!!!" he pleaded with Wufei, looking up at him with big, scared eyes.
"I won't, little kitten, don't worry," Wufei reassured him in a softer voice, caressing the inside of his thigh with the end of a tentacle. He patted his head, gently, making sure that he was not in Duo's line of sight, so that the cat could verify by himself that Heero's screams and snarls were due to his rage at being caught and not to any pain Wufei was inflicting on him. He didn't want the cat to get hurt trying to free himself.
Heero got dragged forward brutally, and fell on his knees in front of his enemy. He snarled, tried to leap at him, but the sudden tug at his throat reminded him quite painfully of the presence of the living collar. He struggled, tried to break free of the pressure, but it wouldn't give. Another of the things crawled around his torso and he shivered with revulsion. It felt cool and smooth against his skin, like a snake.
"Will you stop struggling?" Wufei asked, sounding halfway between bored and annoyed. "You're going to hurt yourself." Heero glared up at him, his stormy blue eyes clashing with Wufei's unfathomable black depths.
Duo mewled, distressed. Wufei, his eyes not leaving Heero's, slid his hand through the feline's hair, patting his head.
"Calm down, Kitten. Your companion is just being slightly unreasonable."
Apparently dismissing Heero, he turned to face the cat, smirking slightly, and began caressing the inside of his furred thighs with his tentacles again, his fingers still playing in he feline's hair and around his ears. He knew that nothing got to the feline faster that to feel his fur ruffled over a sensitive zone. The smell of arousal began to rise again, and Duo moaned.
"No... Not again..."
"Stop that!" Heero snarled aggressively. He managed to sound awfully commanding for someone who couldn't move a hand without Wufei's consent, thought the water dragon.
"Why should I?"
"You're hurting him!"
"I would never hurt him... More than he can take anyway. He's so interesting to play with, so responsive... It's been a long time since I had someone like him to play. I will not deal him any permanent damage, and you know as well as I do that a little pain can give birth to a greater pleasure..."
Heero snarled. "You burned him, you bastard! Tell me you didn't harm him!"
Glancing back, Wufei lifted the wolf off the ground and, forcing his arms behind his back not to risk getting clawed by surprise, pushed him closer to the feline. The wax had dried in strange patterns, and was beginning to peel off. Wufei gently passed his hand over the cat's back and brushed away the little bits of white wax. The skin was a little red underneath, but not extremely so, and Duo moaned and shivered each time Wufei's fingers crossed one of the wax lines.
"It doesn't burn that deep, only barely. It has more of a shock value than anything else, really," the dragon explained calmly. "Want to try, to see if I tell the truth?" he asked, his eyes gleaming half with laughter and half with pure intensity. Unsurprisingly, Heero snarled. Wufei smirked, not surprised. The wolf was one of those people whose anger changed them into homicidal maniacs.
"Tell him, kitten. Tell him if it hurts so bad."
Duo's face went even more scarlet than it had been and he turned his head away so that they wouldn't see his face.
"Tell him, kitten, he's worrying for you," Wufei asked, totally serious.
Heero clenched his teeth. What right did he have...
"Umm... n-not anymore... I guess... and, uh..." Duo muttered, ashamed beyond belief.
Wufei's hand slid along Duo's backbone, smoothing the line of fur there. His fingers stopped where the tail emerged from his back, one on each side, and he began to scratch at the small crease lightly with the tips of his claws. Duo's back arched and he tugged at his restrains, biting his lips to keep his moan inside. He felt bad, moaning in pleasure when Heero could hear and see.
"And?"
"And... Didn't hurt long, a second or... or two... Hnn!"
Wufei's fingers had slid to each side of his tail and were now circling it, smoothing the fur and forcing it to arch upward at the same time, uncovering his most secret place. He tried to tuck it back, but he only managed to whack the dragon's arm with the tip of it, and if he judged by Wufei's snort, it didn't hurt one bit.
He felt one tentacle creeping upward along his thigh, circling it, squeezing tight, and knew that he was going to be penetrated again, but this time under Heero's eyes. And somehow, it changed the unwelcome but strangely pleasant feeling into an humiliation he would have gladly died from, if it meant that he would never see Heero's betrayed and disdainful gaze when he would, against his will, begin to shake and cry out in pleasure, and then call and plead for more like a bitch in heat.
"No... No... Wufei, please..."
This time it sounded different, Wufei thought. Duo had screamed, cried and snarled no on every tone since he had arrived here, but never quite so low, nor with that note of despair and shame.
Damn. He wanted to tame him, not to break him.
"Leave him the hell alone, you bastard," Heero hissed. For once he didn't try to escape, having understood that Wufei's tentacles were as strong as a boa constrictor's embrace, and that he would not be able to force them away. Instead, he turned his head to face Wufei and stared right into his eyes, defiant, hateful.
Wufei chuckled. "Why should I?"
A low grown rose from Heero's throat, but he didn't say anything else.
"Tell me, I'm interested. Why should I? Give me one reason, and I'll consider it. Maybe."
Snorting, Heero turned his face away, glaring at the wall on the other side of the cave. It was not a choice and he knew it. The damn bastard just wanted to hear him.. say what? Please? Like hell!
'Not even to spare Duo?' a little voice asked.
'...Maybe to spare Duo, IF I thought it would work. But he's so... smug, and manipulating, if I said please he would smirk at me and then he'd just do what the hell he had decided to do in the first place. I don't think I can change anything.'
"...It's true that he seems kind of tired. Maybe a little rest would do him good for later... but what am I going to do in the meantime?" Wufei drawled, giving Heero the once-over.
The wolf froze, and slowly, turned back to face the tentacle-sporting Dragon.
"What?"
"But if you don't feel that you're able to take it halfway like he does..." the dragon added, caressing Duo's back with the tip of his claws.
Heero's jaw clenched and unclenched, but no sound got out before he head Duo moan, a tired moan that had little to do with pleasure.
"Ok. Just... Let him rest. He's going to faint."
Heero somehow faintly hoped that Wufei would just untie Duo and then take care of the wolf, or maybe that he would try to move them both with his tentacles, which Heero hoped would be too heavy and hard to coordinate if Duo and him moved to get free at the same time. But instead, Wufei just turned away from Duo's body, his tentacles sliding down off the cat, and concentrated on him.
"You can't leave him in that position!!" Heero protested, glaring and a little bit desperate. Bent over like he was, more than half of Duo's weight rested on his arms, and it couldn't be comfortable.
Wufei considered him for a long time, in silence, and Heero felt his nervousness grow, but he didn't allow his gaze to drop.
"What will you give me if I put him in a more comfortable place?"
"What?!"
"Why should I move him? He's tied up, here, he can't escape. His body can rest until I decide that I want to hear his cries as he comes again."
Wufei was regarding him coolly, and Heero felt something like panic beginning to set in. Duo's arms were shaking, he was damp with sweat, and looked like he was about to faint. Heero's protection instincts demanded that he take care of the male he had taken in as subordinate, but he couldn't. Because Wufei wouldn't let him. Because he wanted something...
"What the hell do you want from me?! Just ask, instead of playing guessing games, damnit!!" he exploded, his temper flaring.
"What makes you think I want something from you?" the dragon asked coolly.
Heero snarled, but managed to restrain himself, he didn't know how. "Why would you lose your time in questions games otherwise?"
Suddenly, Wufei smirked. "You're not too stupid for a Canine..."
Heero tried to claw him, but he didn't manage to surprise him long enough and Wufei's tentacle, which had been relaxing enough to allow him to move, was suddenly squeezing his wrist hard, immobilizing him totally.
Wufei would have continued squeezing until Heero admitted defeat, or until something broke, maybe, depending on Heero's defiance, but Duo chose this moment to have his arms give out, and only Wufei's snake-like reflexes saved the boy from getting his shoulders wrenched out of their sockets. Wufei wrapped a tentacle around duo's torso to keep him up and untied the collar that maintained his head low to be able to prop him up higher.
The boy sagged forward, leaning with all his weight on Wufei's limb, his eyes closed. Wufei frowned. He had not intended on exhausting Duo so much that he would hurt himself in the restrains. But Heero had gotten him so distracted... He had forgotten to monitor the Feline.
Heero was staring at Duo's prone body, his eyes wide open and his nostrils flaring, as if trying to make sure that his cat was still alive and well. He was looking half panicked, and not defiant at all anymore, but Wufei had really not intended on torturing Duo to break Heero. Gently, he caressed the Feline's head, pushing his hair away from his face, and called to him, patting his cheeks.
"Duo? Kitten... Pretty kitten..."
No response.
"Your Heero is about halfway to an apoplexy fit," Wufei continued, his voice honeyed. Duo's eyes fluttered open.
"no more...." the young male mumbled tiredly. Wufei felt a pinch of remorse.
"No, no more," Wufei agreed in a low voice.
Taking advantage of the fact that Heero was still sighing with relief at Duo's response and unwary, he pushed him back against the wall, suddenly, and before the wolf could understand what the dragon was doing, Wufei had chained his wrists to two long manacles dangling from the roof, face to the wall. Heero snarled and tried to push back against the wall with his hands, but Wufei had more leverage, what with all the ground his tentacles covered, and pushed the wolf against the wall until his cheek was flattened against the cold stone. Then he chose two rings, far apart from each other, with short chains for his legs.
The Canine snarled and tried to get away when Wuei's tentacles pushed his leg close to the chain, but it was too late, the first heavy manacle had been snapped closed. He tried to kick with his second paw, and Wufei hissed, bending at the waist to avoid the kick. The Canine had managed to claw at one of his tentacles, and it hadn't made him bleed, but it had still torn off a good bit of scaled skin. The place would be painful for some time.
"Stop distracting me, now," Wufei snapped. "If I lose my concentration and I let Duo fall, even on half of the distance to the ground, his arms will get pulled out of their sockets."
Heero froze, and didn't oppose any resistance when Wufei caught his paw with his hands and chained it down, not even trying to reach his torso or face like he could have done.
Wufei eyed the thick, dark claws on Heero's paws with a new respect. Duo's claws were sharper, true, but he lacked the strength to make them penetrate far under the first couch of scales. But Heero, while he couldn't really pierce the scales armor, could still bruise deeply the tender flesh underneath. And that was on a tentacle. If he managed to get him on his torso or in his face, the dragon didn't want to know how long he'd walk around with a raw patch of flesh.
There was no way he'd let Heero walk around unhindered now.
He unchained Duo's wrists, then his legs, all the while still making sure, by pure cautiousness, that he had a firm hold of his legs and that the longhaired male couldn't escape, but Duo didn't even react, barely moved at all. Nearly tenderly, Wufei lifted him in his arms and slithered to his bed. The covers were ripped, but as obsessed with neatness as he was, he still would not change them now. Duo was sweaty, his belly covered with dried semen, and his back still shed speckles of wax sometimes.
Wufei clamped a long, thin chain at Duo's collar and attached the other end to one of the pillars of his bed, then went back to the waiting Wolf.
They were on the other side of the cave, in a part that was fitted out like a den. His Duo was chained to a wall with heavy manacles, bent over at the waist, unwillingly presenting his lovely derriere to the whoreson. The bastard had something in his hand, something white, like a branch, that had a flame on it, and drops of a whitish liquid fell on the small of Duo's back, and Heero would bet that they burned, those drops, because each time one touched his skin, Duo jumped and yowled in pain, before hissing and spitting at the perpetrator, and his skin was turning red.
Heero's vision too was turning red.
Wufei had been expecting the cat's master to come any minute now. What sort of moron would let someone like Duo go, he didn't know, and if Heero didn't run after him, Wufei would be surprised. It would be interesting, for sure.
Sure, he had been surprised when the feline fell through the roof, and a little wary, but now that he had warmed up to the idea... He had missed having someone to play with like that. And if what his cat alluded to was true, taming his Canine master would be a hell of a ride.
Looking at him, now, in the flesh, he was glad to see that he hadn't been wrong. The young male crouching at the foot of the wall was an alpha, no mistake possible. His body was rippling with tense muscles, and the dragon observed for a few seconds their play under the tanned skin and the dark, messy fur. The wolf was growling, menacingly, and his eyes, of a startling dark blue color, were trying to dig holes in his skull. If Wufei had not been centuries old, he would not have been able to meet his eyes.
The wolf was used to be a dominant. It would be... challenging.
"Well well well..." the black-haired dragon chuckled darkly. "Look who came to visit, pretty cat..."
Duo tried to turn around to see, but he was restrained tight and couldn't move much. He sniffed the air, searching for the scent.
"Heero?!?"
"Shhh" the man whispered, snuffing the candle and caressing Duo's furred ass lovingly. Duo moaned and stopped moving altogether, a fem small whimpers escaping from his throat.
Heero growled.
"Get the fuck away from him," he snarled, slowly stalking closer.
The man smirked and let the candle fall on the ground, just to grab a handle behind him.
A whip. A long, thin whip, of solid leather. The kind that leaves deep scars if used correctly, and Heero felt that he knew how to use a whip correctly. He growled, low, menacing, but stopped his advance.
"Why should I get away? He seems to like me so close... " the man asked, innocently brushing the whip along Duo's exposed side. The cat shivered and mewled, his muscles tensing as he tried to get away from the caress.
"He cries out so prettily... don't you think so?"
Heero snarled wordlessly. He would kill that bastard. The rat had the balls to boast about making his Duo cry out...
He stalked closer, very slowly, his eyes fixated on the whip to be able to react at once if that bastard tried to hit Duo. The thin leather rope was coming and going on his feline's skin, back and forth, caressing his sides, his back, running up toward the nape of his neck, then down, following the line of fur on his vertebras, to the base of his tail, and still, slowly, Heero approached... But he was still too far to jump on him directly and hope to take him by surprise. And Duo was too close.
The whip slid along a furred buttock, caressed the place where it touched the tail still, back and forth, slowly, and Duo whimpered, his arms trembling as if he was having more and more troubles supporting his own weight. He was strong, but not strong enough to stay in that position for so long. He was ready to burst, but Wufei wouldn't let him, he knew.
"H-Heero..."
The wolf started. "Yes?" he answered in a steady tone, forcing the trepidation he felt out of his voice. Wufei admired his will to keep his slave calm and reassured that help was coming. Such a protective instinct was commendable.. and would be a hell of a good button to push, if pushed well.
"Don't l-let him... make me..."
"Make you what?" asked Heero, one eye on the whip and his ears turned toward Duo's head.
"C-come again... Can't... stand it..."
Heero jumped, eyes wide, and took a deep whiff of air. The scent of Duo-cum was everywhere, over by the wall, by the bed, and his arousal was thick in the air, so thick Heero wasn't so surprised to learn that it was becoming painful.
Wufei smirked wide, catching the exact second where Heero was distracted.
'Now!'
Heero yelped when he felt something slide around his ankles and yank, and brutally fell on his back. He tried to control his fall, but the ... things were dragging him forward, toward the bastard with the whip. He lashed out, but his claws made contact with a hard, smooth surface, and glanced off. He went to try again, snarling, but his hands never reached their goal, imprisoned in the same strange moving creepers. One of the things slithered toward his throat, and he growled and tried to bite it. He didn't see the one creeping behind him to circle his neck by behind.
The wolf struggled, howling with rage, but he didn't manage to make what was maintaining him in place give on more than a few inches.
"Heero!!" Duo screamed, tugging against the restraints. "Don't hurt him, don't hurt him!!!" he pleaded with Wufei, looking up at him with big, scared eyes.
"I won't, little kitten, don't worry," Wufei reassured him in a softer voice, caressing the inside of his thigh with the end of a tentacle. He patted his head, gently, making sure that he was not in Duo's line of sight, so that the cat could verify by himself that Heero's screams and snarls were due to his rage at being caught and not to any pain Wufei was inflicting on him. He didn't want the cat to get hurt trying to free himself.
Heero got dragged forward brutally, and fell on his knees in front of his enemy. He snarled, tried to leap at him, but the sudden tug at his throat reminded him quite painfully of the presence of the living collar. He struggled, tried to break free of the pressure, but it wouldn't give. Another of the things crawled around his torso and he shivered with revulsion. It felt cool and smooth against his skin, like a snake.
"Will you stop struggling?" Wufei asked, sounding halfway between bored and annoyed. "You're going to hurt yourself." Heero glared up at him, his stormy blue eyes clashing with Wufei's unfathomable black depths.
Duo mewled, distressed. Wufei, his eyes not leaving Heero's, slid his hand through the feline's hair, patting his head.
"Calm down, Kitten. Your companion is just being slightly unreasonable."
Apparently dismissing Heero, he turned to face the cat, smirking slightly, and began caressing the inside of his furred thighs with his tentacles again, his fingers still playing in he feline's hair and around his ears. He knew that nothing got to the feline faster that to feel his fur ruffled over a sensitive zone. The smell of arousal began to rise again, and Duo moaned.
"No... Not again..."
"Stop that!" Heero snarled aggressively. He managed to sound awfully commanding for someone who couldn't move a hand without Wufei's consent, thought the water dragon.
"Why should I?"
"You're hurting him!"
"I would never hurt him... More than he can take anyway. He's so interesting to play with, so responsive... It's been a long time since I had someone like him to play. I will not deal him any permanent damage, and you know as well as I do that a little pain can give birth to a greater pleasure..."
Heero snarled. "You burned him, you bastard! Tell me you didn't harm him!"
Glancing back, Wufei lifted the wolf off the ground and, forcing his arms behind his back not to risk getting clawed by surprise, pushed him closer to the feline. The wax had dried in strange patterns, and was beginning to peel off. Wufei gently passed his hand over the cat's back and brushed away the little bits of white wax. The skin was a little red underneath, but not extremely so, and Duo moaned and shivered each time Wufei's fingers crossed one of the wax lines.
"It doesn't burn that deep, only barely. It has more of a shock value than anything else, really," the dragon explained calmly. "Want to try, to see if I tell the truth?" he asked, his eyes gleaming half with laughter and half with pure intensity. Unsurprisingly, Heero snarled. Wufei smirked, not surprised. The wolf was one of those people whose anger changed them into homicidal maniacs.
"Tell him, kitten. Tell him if it hurts so bad."
Duo's face went even more scarlet than it had been and he turned his head away so that they wouldn't see his face.
"Tell him, kitten, he's worrying for you," Wufei asked, totally serious.
Heero clenched his teeth. What right did he have...
"Umm... n-not anymore... I guess... and, uh..." Duo muttered, ashamed beyond belief.
Wufei's hand slid along Duo's backbone, smoothing the line of fur there. His fingers stopped where the tail emerged from his back, one on each side, and he began to scratch at the small crease lightly with the tips of his claws. Duo's back arched and he tugged at his restrains, biting his lips to keep his moan inside. He felt bad, moaning in pleasure when Heero could hear and see.
"And?"
"And... Didn't hurt long, a second or... or two... Hnn!"
Wufei's fingers had slid to each side of his tail and were now circling it, smoothing the fur and forcing it to arch upward at the same time, uncovering his most secret place. He tried to tuck it back, but he only managed to whack the dragon's arm with the tip of it, and if he judged by Wufei's snort, it didn't hurt one bit.
He felt one tentacle creeping upward along his thigh, circling it, squeezing tight, and knew that he was going to be penetrated again, but this time under Heero's eyes. And somehow, it changed the unwelcome but strangely pleasant feeling into an humiliation he would have gladly died from, if it meant that he would never see Heero's betrayed and disdainful gaze when he would, against his will, begin to shake and cry out in pleasure, and then call and plead for more like a bitch in heat.
"No... No... Wufei, please..."
This time it sounded different, Wufei thought. Duo had screamed, cried and snarled no on every tone since he had arrived here, but never quite so low, nor with that note of despair and shame.
Damn. He wanted to tame him, not to break him.
"Leave him the hell alone, you bastard," Heero hissed. For once he didn't try to escape, having understood that Wufei's tentacles were as strong as a boa constrictor's embrace, and that he would not be able to force them away. Instead, he turned his head to face Wufei and stared right into his eyes, defiant, hateful.
Wufei chuckled. "Why should I?"
A low grown rose from Heero's throat, but he didn't say anything else.
"Tell me, I'm interested. Why should I? Give me one reason, and I'll consider it. Maybe."
Snorting, Heero turned his face away, glaring at the wall on the other side of the cave. It was not a choice and he knew it. The damn bastard just wanted to hear him.. say what? Please? Like hell!
'Not even to spare Duo?' a little voice asked.
'...Maybe to spare Duo, IF I thought it would work. But he's so... smug, and manipulating, if I said please he would smirk at me and then he'd just do what the hell he had decided to do in the first place. I don't think I can change anything.'
"...It's true that he seems kind of tired. Maybe a little rest would do him good for later... but what am I going to do in the meantime?" Wufei drawled, giving Heero the once-over.
The wolf froze, and slowly, turned back to face the tentacle-sporting Dragon.
"What?"
"But if you don't feel that you're able to take it halfway like he does..." the dragon added, caressing Duo's back with the tip of his claws.
Heero's jaw clenched and unclenched, but no sound got out before he head Duo moan, a tired moan that had little to do with pleasure.
"Ok. Just... Let him rest. He's going to faint."
Heero somehow faintly hoped that Wufei would just untie Duo and then take care of the wolf, or maybe that he would try to move them both with his tentacles, which Heero hoped would be too heavy and hard to coordinate if Duo and him moved to get free at the same time. But instead, Wufei just turned away from Duo's body, his tentacles sliding down off the cat, and concentrated on him.
"You can't leave him in that position!!" Heero protested, glaring and a little bit desperate. Bent over like he was, more than half of Duo's weight rested on his arms, and it couldn't be comfortable.
Wufei considered him for a long time, in silence, and Heero felt his nervousness grow, but he didn't allow his gaze to drop.
"What will you give me if I put him in a more comfortable place?"
"What?!"
"Why should I move him? He's tied up, here, he can't escape. His body can rest until I decide that I want to hear his cries as he comes again."
Wufei was regarding him coolly, and Heero felt something like panic beginning to set in. Duo's arms were shaking, he was damp with sweat, and looked like he was about to faint. Heero's protection instincts demanded that he take care of the male he had taken in as subordinate, but he couldn't. Because Wufei wouldn't let him. Because he wanted something...
"What the hell do you want from me?! Just ask, instead of playing guessing games, damnit!!" he exploded, his temper flaring.
"What makes you think I want something from you?" the dragon asked coolly.
Heero snarled, but managed to restrain himself, he didn't know how. "Why would you lose your time in questions games otherwise?"
Suddenly, Wufei smirked. "You're not too stupid for a Canine..."
Heero tried to claw him, but he didn't manage to surprise him long enough and Wufei's tentacle, which had been relaxing enough to allow him to move, was suddenly squeezing his wrist hard, immobilizing him totally.
Wufei would have continued squeezing until Heero admitted defeat, or until something broke, maybe, depending on Heero's defiance, but Duo chose this moment to have his arms give out, and only Wufei's snake-like reflexes saved the boy from getting his shoulders wrenched out of their sockets. Wufei wrapped a tentacle around duo's torso to keep him up and untied the collar that maintained his head low to be able to prop him up higher.
The boy sagged forward, leaning with all his weight on Wufei's limb, his eyes closed. Wufei frowned. He had not intended on exhausting Duo so much that he would hurt himself in the restrains. But Heero had gotten him so distracted... He had forgotten to monitor the Feline.
Heero was staring at Duo's prone body, his eyes wide open and his nostrils flaring, as if trying to make sure that his cat was still alive and well. He was looking half panicked, and not defiant at all anymore, but Wufei had really not intended on torturing Duo to break Heero. Gently, he caressed the Feline's head, pushing his hair away from his face, and called to him, patting his cheeks.
"Duo? Kitten... Pretty kitten..."
No response.
"Your Heero is about halfway to an apoplexy fit," Wufei continued, his voice honeyed. Duo's eyes fluttered open.
"no more...." the young male mumbled tiredly. Wufei felt a pinch of remorse.
"No, no more," Wufei agreed in a low voice.
Taking advantage of the fact that Heero was still sighing with relief at Duo's response and unwary, he pushed him back against the wall, suddenly, and before the wolf could understand what the dragon was doing, Wufei had chained his wrists to two long manacles dangling from the roof, face to the wall. Heero snarled and tried to push back against the wall with his hands, but Wufei had more leverage, what with all the ground his tentacles covered, and pushed the wolf against the wall until his cheek was flattened against the cold stone. Then he chose two rings, far apart from each other, with short chains for his legs.
The Canine snarled and tried to get away when Wuei's tentacles pushed his leg close to the chain, but it was too late, the first heavy manacle had been snapped closed. He tried to kick with his second paw, and Wufei hissed, bending at the waist to avoid the kick. The Canine had managed to claw at one of his tentacles, and it hadn't made him bleed, but it had still torn off a good bit of scaled skin. The place would be painful for some time.
"Stop distracting me, now," Wufei snapped. "If I lose my concentration and I let Duo fall, even on half of the distance to the ground, his arms will get pulled out of their sockets."
Heero froze, and didn't oppose any resistance when Wufei caught his paw with his hands and chained it down, not even trying to reach his torso or face like he could have done.
Wufei eyed the thick, dark claws on Heero's paws with a new respect. Duo's claws were sharper, true, but he lacked the strength to make them penetrate far under the first couch of scales. But Heero, while he couldn't really pierce the scales armor, could still bruise deeply the tender flesh underneath. And that was on a tentacle. If he managed to get him on his torso or in his face, the dragon didn't want to know how long he'd walk around with a raw patch of flesh.
There was no way he'd let Heero walk around unhindered now.
He unchained Duo's wrists, then his legs, all the while still making sure, by pure cautiousness, that he had a firm hold of his legs and that the longhaired male couldn't escape, but Duo didn't even react, barely moved at all. Nearly tenderly, Wufei lifted him in his arms and slithered to his bed. The covers were ripped, but as obsessed with neatness as he was, he still would not change them now. Duo was sweaty, his belly covered with dried semen, and his back still shed speckles of wax sometimes.
Wufei clamped a long, thin chain at Duo's collar and attached the other end to one of the pillars of his bed, then went back to the waiting Wolf.
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Whee! homicidal!protective!ookami!Heero... YUM!!! I like how this came out (bad pun)... Heero willing to sacrifice himself to save Duo... *sappy sigh* Of course, I like how insanely horny Wufei is. He and Heero play off each other very well.
Dammit... now *I* have to write something.
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that was the goal, love ^____^
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Dacia -- who really will answer your last e-mail sometime soon... heh...
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