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Furries, again
Looks like I'm not writing on much else this month ^^;;; Bad me.
Wufei clamped a long, thin chain at Duo's collar and attached the other end to one of the pillars of his bed, making sure that it was disposed so Duo wouldn't risk strangling himself in his sleep, then went back to the waiting Wolf.
Heero was tugging at the chains, testing them and finding out what range exactly he had – not much, when he heard the nearly inaudible slither of Wufei's tentacles on the ground. Immediately, he tensed and pulled hard, instinctively, and his phalanges turned white on the chains they were holding. Heero had tested their strength, he knew that they would hold, but he couldn't help himself.
He heard Wufei chuckle, and hated himself for giving into the temptation of futilely trying to break free. The worst part was that he would have to nearly dislocate his neck to catch a glimpse of the bastard's moves, and he hated to prove to him to which point he was helpless.
He kept unmoving and silent, facing the wall, waiting for what the being would do to him...
... and waiting, and waiting....
He couldn't imagine that itch on his back where the dragon's stare was fixed, could he? He was nearly ready to turn around and verify if the bastard was still standing behind him, like he knew he was, when he felt it.
Something cool, and entirely smooth, and alive, was touching his back, going up and down his dorsal muscles, calmly exploring the bumps and hollows it found there.
Suddenly, there was a lot more bumps and hollows to explore for Wufei's limb, because Heero was throwing all his weight on the chains to escape the contact, snarling at him over his shoulder.
Wufei smiled, appreciating the sight. Heero's built was impressive. Not too bulky, but still enough, covered with dense muscles, very well defined, and not an ounce of fat anywhere, all in muscles and bones. He looked exactly like what he was – powerful, dangerous and barely tamable –maybe not tamable at all. But Wufei had always enjoyed a challenge.
"Get your slimy tentacle off my back," the Lupine growled.
"Or what?"
Heero didn't have to look to know that there was, at this moment, a smug, superior smirk on his face. Or what, indeed. He supposed the bastard wouldn't have the indulgence of placing his tentacles in range of Heero's fangs.
In that moment, he knew, really knew, that he could do nothing. Not attack. Not defend himself. Not escape. Nothing.
He hated it.
He tried to get a hold of his anger, to keep it close, but the fact was – his anger was steadily getting infiltrated by insidious fear.
He hated being afraid. Not that he had ever been used to it.
Another tentacle –or the same, maybe, he didn't have a clue – pressed boldly against his left side, and he jumped on the other side, only to meet yet another one of them. They weren't doing anything yet, just –touching. But even that was way too much.
"Get your tentacles off me," he hissed, voice low –because if he let his voice get out in a scream, Wufei would know to which point he was getting to him, and that was a satisfaction Heero wasn't willing to give, ever.
"Why should I?" Wufei asked idly, a folded tentacle landing on Heero's back, pressed flush against his backbone from his nape to the base of his tail. Heero shook himself as if he was getting out of a river, but when he was finished, the tentacle only pressed at the same place once again. He tried to dislodge it twice more, then abandoned, snarling.
"Your skin is flushed. It's warm. I like warmth... Must be the reptile in me. You're even more fetching when you're angry, do you know that? You look so passionate... It's intriguing."
Heero turned his head to face the wall; his skin was getting even more flushed, but it was not in anger this time.
He bit his lips. Why the hell was he feeling embarrassed, damnit? He didn't give a shit what that overgrown lizard thought of him.
"I wouldn't say that you're beautiful..." Wufei mused. "It doesn't quite fit. Oh, you are, but so is Duo, and your types of attractiveness don't have much in common. I'd say Duo leans more toward the pretty side of beautiful, while you lean more toward the handsome side."
His tentacle, still leaning on Heero's back, pushed a little bit more, slowly, forcing him forward against his resistance until the Canine's chest was pressed against the wall. Heero pushed back slightly, but not with as much passion as before, still reeling from Wufei's words. Him, beautiful? ...... Ha! Yeah right. And in the same sentence as Duo, as if anyone could compare with his Feline companion.
The tentacle began to ... undulate, not leaving his back, but the pressure seeming to move in waves along his spine, and he clenched his teeth, refusing to let the strange feeling propagate along his nerves.
"But then... Duo is sexy in the sense that everything he does is graceful and with a sensual undertone. You're sexy in the sense that you just irradiate pure animal sex. It must be quite interesting to see you together..." the dragon trailed, pensive, his tentacle still massaging Heero's back in slow waves. Heero snarled, by reflex –his moments with Duo were private and not to be... belittled by the casual interest of that male –but the allusion, Wufei imagining Heero and Duo entangled, put him ill at ease in a way the groping hadn't managed to, and he did not know exactly why.
Wufei's eyes caught sight of the red spreading on his nape, and he smirked. So the Lupine was shy that way, huh? Interesting.
Then he caught sight of Heero's hands, gripping the chains so hard that blood was beginning to drip along the metal links. And the wolf didn't even seem to realize it.
His fists seemed to constrict regularly... In time with the undulations of his tentacle, Wufei realized. And each time the pressure traveled from the small of his back to his nape, another drop of blood slid along the red and damp trail.
That was not what he wanted, his captive hurting himself.
Heero was much too tense and too angry for a seduction anyway. If he did anything to him while the male was in that state, it would just be pure rape. And that would either totally break the Lupine, or change him into a hateful, destructive monster.
And Wufei was many things, some of them very bad, but he was not a rapist.
He let his limb drop away and slithered on one side, so that Heero wouldn't have to break his neck trying to catch a glimpse of him.
The wolf met his eyes, surprised for a fleeting second, then his face hardened in a mask of hate and rage once again, and his eyes went ice cold. He stared wordlessly, his defiance unmistakable in his eyes.
Wufei gave a tight smirk, but it wasn't because he felt like it, but more to acknowledge and mock Heero's tentative to stare him down.
They stared for a while, in silence, their expressions not varying –Heero, hate and anger, and Wufei, amusement, until...
"Your eyes are magnificent," Wufei breathed softly, not breaking eye contact. "Did you ever catch sight of their exact color in a reflection over water or in a bit of metal? They look like the night sky in summer, deep, intense blue. I'd be nearly expecting them to have stars somewhere."
Heero's expression turned to confusion and bewilderment one second before he forced his face back into impassivity, but Wufei could see it, now, the nearly invisible movements of his irises that showed that he wanted to look away.
Heero seemed off balance for about ten seconds, then his upper lip curled over his fangs, in something that looked a lot like disgust.
"Stop with your pretty words," he demanded. "I'm not a stupid young virgin to seduce and ravish."
"Stupid, I don't know, since you never said much to me. Young... In relation to me, you are a baby. And virgin, that you are, at least in the sense that interests me."
Heero had a short laugh that sounded more like a bark. "What do you think I was doing with Duo? Hand-carving wood?"
"You were never taken, were you?"
Heero froze.
"In that way, you're still a virgin," Wufei announced calmly, leaning closer. "And I will seduce and ravish you," he whispered, his breath caressing Heero's face.
There was silence and immobility for an abnormally long minute; then Heero erupted in enraged howls.
"Like hell you will!!!"
"I will," Wufei answered calmly, a little smile on his face, totally sure of what he affirmed.
Heero was so furious, he was trembling... and he realized that Wufei's face had been in range for a snap of fangs only when the man leaned back, looking entirely too smug.
***
.......still figuring out where it's going as I type ^^; I have a slight idea of what I want to do, but really, my brain is too tired and I have troubles finding my words. Damn english language always runs away as soon as I'm feeling sleepy ... except words that I don't need.
Sera-love, Kracken-dear, hope you like ^__^
Wufei clamped a long, thin chain at Duo's collar and attached the other end to one of the pillars of his bed, making sure that it was disposed so Duo wouldn't risk strangling himself in his sleep, then went back to the waiting Wolf.
Heero was tugging at the chains, testing them and finding out what range exactly he had – not much, when he heard the nearly inaudible slither of Wufei's tentacles on the ground. Immediately, he tensed and pulled hard, instinctively, and his phalanges turned white on the chains they were holding. Heero had tested their strength, he knew that they would hold, but he couldn't help himself.
He heard Wufei chuckle, and hated himself for giving into the temptation of futilely trying to break free. The worst part was that he would have to nearly dislocate his neck to catch a glimpse of the bastard's moves, and he hated to prove to him to which point he was helpless.
He kept unmoving and silent, facing the wall, waiting for what the being would do to him...
... and waiting, and waiting....
He couldn't imagine that itch on his back where the dragon's stare was fixed, could he? He was nearly ready to turn around and verify if the bastard was still standing behind him, like he knew he was, when he felt it.
Something cool, and entirely smooth, and alive, was touching his back, going up and down his dorsal muscles, calmly exploring the bumps and hollows it found there.
Suddenly, there was a lot more bumps and hollows to explore for Wufei's limb, because Heero was throwing all his weight on the chains to escape the contact, snarling at him over his shoulder.
Wufei smiled, appreciating the sight. Heero's built was impressive. Not too bulky, but still enough, covered with dense muscles, very well defined, and not an ounce of fat anywhere, all in muscles and bones. He looked exactly like what he was – powerful, dangerous and barely tamable –maybe not tamable at all. But Wufei had always enjoyed a challenge.
"Get your slimy tentacle off my back," the Lupine growled.
"Or what?"
Heero didn't have to look to know that there was, at this moment, a smug, superior smirk on his face. Or what, indeed. He supposed the bastard wouldn't have the indulgence of placing his tentacles in range of Heero's fangs.
In that moment, he knew, really knew, that he could do nothing. Not attack. Not defend himself. Not escape. Nothing.
He hated it.
He tried to get a hold of his anger, to keep it close, but the fact was – his anger was steadily getting infiltrated by insidious fear.
He hated being afraid. Not that he had ever been used to it.
Another tentacle –or the same, maybe, he didn't have a clue – pressed boldly against his left side, and he jumped on the other side, only to meet yet another one of them. They weren't doing anything yet, just –touching. But even that was way too much.
"Get your tentacles off me," he hissed, voice low –because if he let his voice get out in a scream, Wufei would know to which point he was getting to him, and that was a satisfaction Heero wasn't willing to give, ever.
"Why should I?" Wufei asked idly, a folded tentacle landing on Heero's back, pressed flush against his backbone from his nape to the base of his tail. Heero shook himself as if he was getting out of a river, but when he was finished, the tentacle only pressed at the same place once again. He tried to dislodge it twice more, then abandoned, snarling.
"Your skin is flushed. It's warm. I like warmth... Must be the reptile in me. You're even more fetching when you're angry, do you know that? You look so passionate... It's intriguing."
Heero turned his head to face the wall; his skin was getting even more flushed, but it was not in anger this time.
He bit his lips. Why the hell was he feeling embarrassed, damnit? He didn't give a shit what that overgrown lizard thought of him.
"I wouldn't say that you're beautiful..." Wufei mused. "It doesn't quite fit. Oh, you are, but so is Duo, and your types of attractiveness don't have much in common. I'd say Duo leans more toward the pretty side of beautiful, while you lean more toward the handsome side."
His tentacle, still leaning on Heero's back, pushed a little bit more, slowly, forcing him forward against his resistance until the Canine's chest was pressed against the wall. Heero pushed back slightly, but not with as much passion as before, still reeling from Wufei's words. Him, beautiful? ...... Ha! Yeah right. And in the same sentence as Duo, as if anyone could compare with his Feline companion.
The tentacle began to ... undulate, not leaving his back, but the pressure seeming to move in waves along his spine, and he clenched his teeth, refusing to let the strange feeling propagate along his nerves.
"But then... Duo is sexy in the sense that everything he does is graceful and with a sensual undertone. You're sexy in the sense that you just irradiate pure animal sex. It must be quite interesting to see you together..." the dragon trailed, pensive, his tentacle still massaging Heero's back in slow waves. Heero snarled, by reflex –his moments with Duo were private and not to be... belittled by the casual interest of that male –but the allusion, Wufei imagining Heero and Duo entangled, put him ill at ease in a way the groping hadn't managed to, and he did not know exactly why.
Wufei's eyes caught sight of the red spreading on his nape, and he smirked. So the Lupine was shy that way, huh? Interesting.
Then he caught sight of Heero's hands, gripping the chains so hard that blood was beginning to drip along the metal links. And the wolf didn't even seem to realize it.
His fists seemed to constrict regularly... In time with the undulations of his tentacle, Wufei realized. And each time the pressure traveled from the small of his back to his nape, another drop of blood slid along the red and damp trail.
That was not what he wanted, his captive hurting himself.
Heero was much too tense and too angry for a seduction anyway. If he did anything to him while the male was in that state, it would just be pure rape. And that would either totally break the Lupine, or change him into a hateful, destructive monster.
And Wufei was many things, some of them very bad, but he was not a rapist.
He let his limb drop away and slithered on one side, so that Heero wouldn't have to break his neck trying to catch a glimpse of him.
The wolf met his eyes, surprised for a fleeting second, then his face hardened in a mask of hate and rage once again, and his eyes went ice cold. He stared wordlessly, his defiance unmistakable in his eyes.
Wufei gave a tight smirk, but it wasn't because he felt like it, but more to acknowledge and mock Heero's tentative to stare him down.
They stared for a while, in silence, their expressions not varying –Heero, hate and anger, and Wufei, amusement, until...
"Your eyes are magnificent," Wufei breathed softly, not breaking eye contact. "Did you ever catch sight of their exact color in a reflection over water or in a bit of metal? They look like the night sky in summer, deep, intense blue. I'd be nearly expecting them to have stars somewhere."
Heero's expression turned to confusion and bewilderment one second before he forced his face back into impassivity, but Wufei could see it, now, the nearly invisible movements of his irises that showed that he wanted to look away.
Heero seemed off balance for about ten seconds, then his upper lip curled over his fangs, in something that looked a lot like disgust.
"Stop with your pretty words," he demanded. "I'm not a stupid young virgin to seduce and ravish."
"Stupid, I don't know, since you never said much to me. Young... In relation to me, you are a baby. And virgin, that you are, at least in the sense that interests me."
Heero had a short laugh that sounded more like a bark. "What do you think I was doing with Duo? Hand-carving wood?"
"You were never taken, were you?"
Heero froze.
"In that way, you're still a virgin," Wufei announced calmly, leaning closer. "And I will seduce and ravish you," he whispered, his breath caressing Heero's face.
There was silence and immobility for an abnormally long minute; then Heero erupted in enraged howls.
"Like hell you will!!!"
"I will," Wufei answered calmly, a little smile on his face, totally sure of what he affirmed.
Heero was so furious, he was trembling... and he realized that Wufei's face had been in range for a snap of fangs only when the man leaned back, looking entirely too smug.
***
.......still figuring out where it's going as I type ^^; I have a slight idea of what I want to do, but really, my brain is too tired and I have troubles finding my words. Damn english language always runs away as soon as I'm feeling sleepy ... except words that I don't need.
Sera-love, Kracken-dear, hope you like ^__^
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... couldn't sleep... so I got back up, and wrote more >_< (more angsty stuff, BTW)
Now I'm going to bed, for good, because I have to get up in four hours.
... LESS than four hours. Great >__
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"Stop with your pretty words," he demanded. "I'm not a stupid young virgin to seduce and ravish."
*cackles* I just like that line...