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hentai furries (wufei POV)
Had a silly idea about Wufei having a discussion on his perversion with other dragons. Coulnd't develop it that much or it would turn our not-so-PWP fic into an epic. We're trying to talk about lemons, here, girls. As few background info as possible (>__< yeah right).
So I wrote that. It fits just between Wufei mindfucking Heero and him dragging him into bed with Duo and him. I may have to rewrite some of it to make it fit better. Oh well.
I blame it all on Mikke-love.
The water dragon abandoned there the furious canine, with a smug, satisfied smile on his lips. Maybe he couldn't touch him sexually yet, but he could still have his fun in other ways, and they were nearly as satisfying.
Taming Heero would be hard, but rewarding, if he succeeded. And first he had to show his superiority. Not using strength to hurt him, though, he didn't want to harm his captive. But Lupines were wired to submit to a dominant, even when they were used to being the more dominant. Their societies were based like pyramids, and if there was one thing every wolf knew, it was that you could always end up finding someone who was more dominant than you were. Most alpha wolves would struggle, but once they understood who was boss, they should be more docile. He did not actually think that Duo's behavior would noticeably change, though, not in depth. Cats were just not cut for dominance and submission.
The dragon walked around his lair for some time, tidying up some, putting the chains back in place after having untangled them, changing some candles... He did not need them to see, per se, not even before Duo made a hole in the roof, but it was much more easy when he wanted to read.
Ignoring totally the still pissed off wolf snarling at him, Wufei went to his library, a hollow in the wall that was covered in shelves and rammed full of all sots of scrolls and book, and chose a light reading, a fictional piece. He was not in the mood for deep, engaging philosophy, not when he had to monitor two mammals and plot his next move to tame them both.
His book in hand, he slithered back to the bed, still conscientiously ignoring the snarling wolf. He wondered one moment how long it would take for the furious beast to calm down and finally admit that the chains wouldn't give. Probably not before he was totally spent and barely able to stay on his legs any longer. Mammals of the predator type were stubborn that way. Wufei didn't really understand why they would struggle so much when any calm observation could teach them that they wouldn't gain anything by exhausting themselves, and that maybe it would be judicious to conserve energy for when it could, maybe, be used. But in all of his little trysts with them, he had never seen one capable of that level of detachment. Most were creature living in the now; not unintelligent, but... Too passionate to bide their time.
That was what he loved in them, and what confused him to no end, too. But then, he had decided that it wasn't for nothing that you called it to keep a cool head. It was a trait few warm-blooded creatures seemed to possess to a great degree.
He stopped at the side of the bed, gazed down at Duo. The Feline had moved since he had been laid down there, and was now, as all cats were fond of doing, managing to take up more space than rational thought could explain, despite his slim body. Wufei chuckled and tried to find a place where he could sit down and read. He had to catch hold of a long strand of brow hair that was spilled on his covers to make some place, but he didn't release it at once, instead rolling it between his fingers. It was so unbelievably soft...
He sat down and laid back against the headboard, still fingering the long lock of hair. He loved the feel of mammal hair, of fur against his scales, had loved it since the first time he had tried it.
It had been with a young tigress he had met by accident, Meiran. She had been wild, passionate and irrational, and despite all of that, he had found himself attracted. She died young, being as reckless as he was, and he kept away from mammals for a long time after that. Then he met another one. And discovered that while Meiran had been unique, she was less unique amongst other mammals as she was amongst the composed, collected Dragons community. He had begun to abandon his draconian lovers to the profit of his furred ones. That had not gone over well in his community, not that anyone had ever raised their voice against him. Just cool, disapproving glances, and the slow diminution of invitations and social visits. Mammals were one step lower in the evolution ladder. They were sentient, yes, but they were also savages, with barbaric rules and very few good traits to save those who dallied with them from pure bestiality.
He didn't care.
When he was with mammals, he felt alive.
His hand hovered over Duo's head for a few seconds, then he slid his fingers in his hair and began to scratch him lightly, delighting in the purr rising from the sleeping feline.
Duo actually crawled closer, still asleep, and, bemused, Wufei let him nestle against his side. Seemed like that cat was a born cuddler. He felt a smile creep up on his lips when the cat leaned his head on his belly, and caressed along his spine as a reward for being so affectionate. It felt so good to feel him there...
He remembered that older dragon, who had been something of a mentor in his youth. Treize.
Remembered the day Wufei had been confronted by the older man... well, confronted was a big word. Treize had been lazily sprawled in a pool, sipping at a glass of some alcohol, and seemed totally unconcerned by what he was talking about.
He had informed the –relatively– young water dragon that he found his interest in mammals distasteful.
Now, centuries after, Wufei still scoffed at the cultured, smooth voice. Ha! As if he gave a damn what the other man thought about his interests.
He pet Duo again, breathing deeply. He didn't like to think about Treize. He knew that most mammals found him arrogant and overly sophisticated, and manipulative, but really, compared to most dragons, he was humble, and as impulsive as you could get. And totally Spartan in his accommodations, to boot. But he didn't need sophistication to live well. He had everything he could want...
Well, now he had everything he could want, he amended, glancing at the slumbering shape pressed against his side.
Treize had been so damn arrogant that day, making him face the fact that he was getting shunned by his peers, and that maybe, it was time to abandon the repulsing habit he had cultivated and return to more accepted affairs if he didn't want to be totally shunned. He had somehow implied, too, that he was ready to offer himself to turn Wufei away from mammals.
Even now, so many centuries after, Wufei still smirked when he remembered his answer. An amused, disdainful snicker. Treize had assumed that Wufei gave a damn about getting shunned by that barrel of cold fish that was his Community.
'Like hell, Treize.'
'I don't understand what you find in them that you can't find there,' Treize had commented in an idle voice, barely frowning at the rebuffing.
Wufei had slithered closer, and pressed the back of his hands over Treize's cheeks, the only intimate gesture he would ever share with the man. Treize had looked up toward him, for once slightly thrown off-balance. Wufei had smiled, a sad little smile.
'They're warm, Treize.'
Then he had left, and had never come back.
All dragons are cool-blooded. Wufei didn't really feel the cold most of the time, but he also didn't feel the inner fire that seemed to fuel all mammals. He was a reptile, after all. Very little emotions, very little passion.
And he wanted passion. Because being cold felt too much like being dead, sometimes.
He deposed his book on the little table by the head of his bed. He wouldn't read tonight.
He leaned back a little bit more, his eyes half-closing with the warmth that was seeping into him from Duo's contact. The cat was pressed tight against his side, and still purring from time to time, although he was sleeping soundly. He felt good. He could even fall asleep, and he didn't need much sleep at all.
Feeling the weight of a stare on him, the dragon opened his deep ebony eyes to meet two raging sapphires. Still tied up against the wall, Heero was glaring at him, his eyes blazing with fury, growling so low that sometimes the sound melted with Duo's purr.
Duo was warm, but Heero was burning, Wufei thought with an inner grin, remembering the flush of rage and humiliation rising on the wolf's skin. Maybe he would burn himself...
Bah! It was better than being cold.
So I wrote that. It fits just between Wufei mindfucking Heero and him dragging him into bed with Duo and him. I may have to rewrite some of it to make it fit better. Oh well.
I blame it all on Mikke-love.
The water dragon abandoned there the furious canine, with a smug, satisfied smile on his lips. Maybe he couldn't touch him sexually yet, but he could still have his fun in other ways, and they were nearly as satisfying.
Taming Heero would be hard, but rewarding, if he succeeded. And first he had to show his superiority. Not using strength to hurt him, though, he didn't want to harm his captive. But Lupines were wired to submit to a dominant, even when they were used to being the more dominant. Their societies were based like pyramids, and if there was one thing every wolf knew, it was that you could always end up finding someone who was more dominant than you were. Most alpha wolves would struggle, but once they understood who was boss, they should be more docile. He did not actually think that Duo's behavior would noticeably change, though, not in depth. Cats were just not cut for dominance and submission.
The dragon walked around his lair for some time, tidying up some, putting the chains back in place after having untangled them, changing some candles... He did not need them to see, per se, not even before Duo made a hole in the roof, but it was much more easy when he wanted to read.
Ignoring totally the still pissed off wolf snarling at him, Wufei went to his library, a hollow in the wall that was covered in shelves and rammed full of all sots of scrolls and book, and chose a light reading, a fictional piece. He was not in the mood for deep, engaging philosophy, not when he had to monitor two mammals and plot his next move to tame them both.
His book in hand, he slithered back to the bed, still conscientiously ignoring the snarling wolf. He wondered one moment how long it would take for the furious beast to calm down and finally admit that the chains wouldn't give. Probably not before he was totally spent and barely able to stay on his legs any longer. Mammals of the predator type were stubborn that way. Wufei didn't really understand why they would struggle so much when any calm observation could teach them that they wouldn't gain anything by exhausting themselves, and that maybe it would be judicious to conserve energy for when it could, maybe, be used. But in all of his little trysts with them, he had never seen one capable of that level of detachment. Most were creature living in the now; not unintelligent, but... Too passionate to bide their time.
That was what he loved in them, and what confused him to no end, too. But then, he had decided that it wasn't for nothing that you called it to keep a cool head. It was a trait few warm-blooded creatures seemed to possess to a great degree.
He stopped at the side of the bed, gazed down at Duo. The Feline had moved since he had been laid down there, and was now, as all cats were fond of doing, managing to take up more space than rational thought could explain, despite his slim body. Wufei chuckled and tried to find a place where he could sit down and read. He had to catch hold of a long strand of brow hair that was spilled on his covers to make some place, but he didn't release it at once, instead rolling it between his fingers. It was so unbelievably soft...
He sat down and laid back against the headboard, still fingering the long lock of hair. He loved the feel of mammal hair, of fur against his scales, had loved it since the first time he had tried it.
It had been with a young tigress he had met by accident, Meiran. She had been wild, passionate and irrational, and despite all of that, he had found himself attracted. She died young, being as reckless as he was, and he kept away from mammals for a long time after that. Then he met another one. And discovered that while Meiran had been unique, she was less unique amongst other mammals as she was amongst the composed, collected Dragons community. He had begun to abandon his draconian lovers to the profit of his furred ones. That had not gone over well in his community, not that anyone had ever raised their voice against him. Just cool, disapproving glances, and the slow diminution of invitations and social visits. Mammals were one step lower in the evolution ladder. They were sentient, yes, but they were also savages, with barbaric rules and very few good traits to save those who dallied with them from pure bestiality.
He didn't care.
When he was with mammals, he felt alive.
His hand hovered over Duo's head for a few seconds, then he slid his fingers in his hair and began to scratch him lightly, delighting in the purr rising from the sleeping feline.
Duo actually crawled closer, still asleep, and, bemused, Wufei let him nestle against his side. Seemed like that cat was a born cuddler. He felt a smile creep up on his lips when the cat leaned his head on his belly, and caressed along his spine as a reward for being so affectionate. It felt so good to feel him there...
He remembered that older dragon, who had been something of a mentor in his youth. Treize.
Remembered the day Wufei had been confronted by the older man... well, confronted was a big word. Treize had been lazily sprawled in a pool, sipping at a glass of some alcohol, and seemed totally unconcerned by what he was talking about.
He had informed the –relatively– young water dragon that he found his interest in mammals distasteful.
Now, centuries after, Wufei still scoffed at the cultured, smooth voice. Ha! As if he gave a damn what the other man thought about his interests.
He pet Duo again, breathing deeply. He didn't like to think about Treize. He knew that most mammals found him arrogant and overly sophisticated, and manipulative, but really, compared to most dragons, he was humble, and as impulsive as you could get. And totally Spartan in his accommodations, to boot. But he didn't need sophistication to live well. He had everything he could want...
Well, now he had everything he could want, he amended, glancing at the slumbering shape pressed against his side.
Treize had been so damn arrogant that day, making him face the fact that he was getting shunned by his peers, and that maybe, it was time to abandon the repulsing habit he had cultivated and return to more accepted affairs if he didn't want to be totally shunned. He had somehow implied, too, that he was ready to offer himself to turn Wufei away from mammals.
Even now, so many centuries after, Wufei still smirked when he remembered his answer. An amused, disdainful snicker. Treize had assumed that Wufei gave a damn about getting shunned by that barrel of cold fish that was his Community.
'Like hell, Treize.'
'I don't understand what you find in them that you can't find there,' Treize had commented in an idle voice, barely frowning at the rebuffing.
Wufei had slithered closer, and pressed the back of his hands over Treize's cheeks, the only intimate gesture he would ever share with the man. Treize had looked up toward him, for once slightly thrown off-balance. Wufei had smiled, a sad little smile.
'They're warm, Treize.'
Then he had left, and had never come back.
All dragons are cool-blooded. Wufei didn't really feel the cold most of the time, but he also didn't feel the inner fire that seemed to fuel all mammals. He was a reptile, after all. Very little emotions, very little passion.
And he wanted passion. Because being cold felt too much like being dead, sometimes.
He deposed his book on the little table by the head of his bed. He wouldn't read tonight.
He leaned back a little bit more, his eyes half-closing with the warmth that was seeping into him from Duo's contact. The cat was pressed tight against his side, and still purring from time to time, although he was sleeping soundly. He felt good. He could even fall asleep, and he didn't need much sleep at all.
Feeling the weight of a stare on him, the dragon opened his deep ebony eyes to meet two raging sapphires. Still tied up against the wall, Heero was glaring at him, his eyes blazing with fury, growling so low that sometimes the sound melted with Duo's purr.
Duo was warm, but Heero was burning, Wufei thought with an inner grin, remembering the flush of rage and humiliation rising on the wolf's skin. Maybe he would burn himself...
Bah! It was better than being cold.
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(our Wufei's usual expression looks a lot like my "devious" icon, if you need a mental picture... ^__^)
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I'm sure you're all sick of hearing that by now. ^^;
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Pervy Furry Mammal Fancier...
the development is really nice ^_~ and the fact that Duo has no idea what he's doing while sleeping, the poor thing ^_^
nifty ^_^