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Guess what? Furries again!
... I bet it's a surprise, ne?
still no sex, damnit, say thank you to the moron. Heero's bath.
Heero glared and growled low in his throat as the dragon approached him. There was no way he'd be bathed like Duo had been, and there was no way he'd submit himself to the bastard's touch!
Unfortunately, Wufei didn't ask for his opinion.
"Your turn now. I trust you're not scared of water?" he asked, leaning over Heero to unlock the chain going from between his legs to the foot of the bed. He took care of placing a tentacle on the shorter chain linking the two ankle manacles and putting weight on it so that Heero couldn't kick.
Heero snorted and looked away.
"Good, then, it will be much easier," Wufei commented, unhooking the chain keeping his hands over his head.
Suddenly, Heero tugged on it hard, but Wufei just put another tentacle across his torso and leaned on him. The breath left Heero's lungs. The bastard was heavy! Chuckling, the dragon linked the two chains, the one between his hands and the one between his legs.
"Now, I'd let you walk to there, but I don't trust you not to try to run," he added in an amused tone before lifting the snarling wolf off the mattress.
Heero hated being moved like that, unable to touch the ground and basically influence his own direction. But there wasn't much he could do, he had already learned that much. He just put on a token opposition for a while, then stared ahead, his expression as close to a pout as what was possible for him, still sporadically struggling against the hold he was in just to make sure Wufei understood that he was NOT giving up, merely conserving his strength. At least the bastard wasn't using his hands; that was something Heero would not have tolerated.
They arrived at the shore and Wufei lowered Heero so that his paws touched the ground, and turned him to face him.
"Now... Play nice, boy," he smirked, he could not resist the temptation to bait the Lupine. And right on cue, Heero snarled hatefully at him. Wufei's smirk went wider.
Then Heero glanced on the side, at the ground behind Wufei, and his glare turned –darker, somehow. Then he turned his face away, refusing to acknowledge the dragon anymore. Wufei lifted an eyebrow, but decided that he should take advantage of his non-struggling-kicking-and-biting state, and lifted him again to slide in the water. He went deeper this time; Heero was taller and not as scared as Duo had been.
The wolf barely had a shiver when the water began to rise around him, that he contained fast. His face was expressionless. Wufei glanced over his shoulder to see what the wolf had looked at; it seemed to be the thing that had made him change his behavior.
On the ground, Duo's tailcuffs glinted merrily under the light of the candles, abandoned.
'Oh. It's about his ownership of Duo, then...' the dragon thought. It made sense. Heero had marked Duo as his own, but Wufei had removed the mark without a second glance. 'That's because, now, my dear cub, you're both mine...' he grinned mentally.
'Still,' the dragon thought as he watched his captive wash himself, 'his anger is different this time. It was hot... Burning. But now, it's ice-cold. I'm not sure I like it.'
He decided that he liked Heero better when he was pissed off.
Heero had managed to wash off most of the dirt and sweat on his torso and neck, but the way his arms were bound prevented him from cleaning them, and as for his back, better not to think about it. He would have dived under the surface to scrub at his legs and chase the dead hairs and stuff, but Wufei's tentacles, while not really touching him, were floating all around him, and much too close. He would have to bend over if he wanted to rub at his legs, touching Wufei's tentacles AND presenting his ass to him, and that was a big no-no. The wolf grumbled under his breath, trying to find a comfortable way to twist enough that he could reach those unreachable parts. He didn't doubt that if he didn't find away, Wufei would find one for him....
AUGH!!! He had been right!! Wufei's hand was pressed flat on the middle of his back, just between and a little under his shoulder blades. The Canine jumped and tried to twist, but Wufei had tightened his hold on him, and he found that he couldn't move without rubbing against his captor's body. A growl rose from his throat and he turned his head slowly to glare at the offender.
Wufei smirked, and began to wash his back. Heero snarled and pushed against his limbs, and Wufei tightened his hold again, dragging the wolf flush against his body.
"Will you calm down... HEY!"
Nearly faster than Wufei's snakelike reflexes, Heero had whirled around, jaws wide open. The dragon barely had the time to jerk back and interpose his forearm between the wolf's teeth and his neck.
Heero's jaws closed hard, taking in as big a bite as he was able to, piercing the skin and flooding his mouth with strange-tasting cool blood.
Two seconds later he had been thrown away by half a dozen tentacles, and found himself hitting the surface of the water with a resounding and quite painful smack before he began to sink. He was far enough from the shore that he couldn't touch the bottom of the little lake, and the heavy chains around his members prevented him from swimming or even floating. He struggled, but only managed to sink faster.
The second he realized what he had done, Wufei dove and swam toward his captive. He caught the wolf, winding his arms around his waist, and swam to the surface as fast as he could. Heero was too occupied with hacking and coughing up the water he had breathed in his surprise to think about struggling.
His jaws clenched tight, Wufei swam closer to the shore, dragging the wolf with him. Heero didn't resist, still trying to regain his breath.
The dragon dumped him in thigh-high water, keeping hold of his chain, and after nearly going under again, Heero rose slowly, still coughing occasionally. He glared balefully at the dragon from under his dripping wet bangs and lifted a hand to unstuck and chase the heavy locks away from his face.
Wufei idly lifted his arm and considered the teeth imprint. The flesh had been slightly torn when he had thrown the wolf away, but it wasn't that deep –not that it wouldn't have been if he had waited any longer. He had had no idea that a Lupine could have that much strength in their jaws; neither of his previous mammal lovers had ever bitten him that hard.
It had been a while since he had been hurt, and as he watched the dark blood slowly flow along his arm and into the water, he felt an unexpected, sharp anger rise swiftly from somewhere deep and dark in him he had never visited before.
He should have let that arrogant dog underwater longer, the thought came to him.
Half-crouching in the cold water, Heero was staring at him, warily, and it was visible on his face that he knew all too well that he was in over his head, but that he still wouldn't try to escape or beg for pardon. Wufei could give him the beating of the century, and Heero's attitude still wouldn't change.
He took a deep breath. No, he was not going to punish Heero. The wolf had bitten him, he had half-drowned, that was enough. It would be too easy to go too far with punishing him. Acting on his anger would make him a very bad master indeed.
"Turn round," he ordered in a stern voice. Heero blinked, visibly thrown off balance. He had been waiting for an attack, not an order.
"What?" he asked in a low voice, wary.
A tentacle wound around his arm and jerked him around, nearly making him lose his balance, and then there was the sting of a slap on his fur-covered ass. His surprised yelp resounded under the roof, and he struggled against Wufei's hold.
"Bite again and I'll spank you in front of Duo," Wufei threatened in a calm voice. Heero jumped, startled. "Disobey again, same thing."
A belligerent growl began to rise from Heero's throat and he struggled to face Wufei.
"I'll chain you on all four and spank you until you change your mind, and Duo will be placed just behind you, where he can see your ass in all its glory."
Heero's growl stopped without warning and he yelped. Wufei managed not to smirk at the way his nape was turning pink, but it was a close one. Heero didn't try to turn around again.
"Now, don't move," Wufei ordered sternly, and began to splash water on Heero's back and to rub at his skin. The wolf tensed, but he didn't really try to get away. Wufei washed his back, rubbing at the skin hard enough to turn it pink. Heero glared when he turned him around to wash his arms and shoulders, but then turned his face away, as if not seeing Wufei made him stop existing. He ducked when the dragon's hands arrived close to his neck, though, and got a slap on his butt for that.
"Stop moving."
"I'm not dirty there," Heero grunted, his lips curling over his fangs, but he didn't protest when Wufei splashed water on the nape of his neck. In return, the dragon tried not to leave his hands there too long; he knew that all canines were very uncomfortable with giving access to their throat, and Heero didn't trust him enough for that, nor did he consider him dominant enough to earn access.
Turning the wolf back to him again, Wufei began to scratch his thighs and hips, untangling the messy fur. The Canine jumped and his fists tightened.
"Be happy that I consider that you have soaked long enough not to need washing under your tail too," Wufei commented to cut short the violent reaction he felt coming. Heero's ears flopped down.
The dragon untangled the longer hairs on Heero's bushy tail, too, freeing a lot of shed fur patches, laughing inwardly at the way Heero kept his ass cheeks clenched hard. He was tempted to brush his bottom just to see him jump, but abandoned the idea.
Considering that Heero was clean enough, the dragon lifted him and slithered toward the bath. Heero's muscles tensed, as if he was going to struggle.
"You will walk by yourself when you have earned it," Wufei told him. The wolf didn't answer, just continued to growl low, so low that it felt more like a vibration than like a sound.
They arrived to the bath, only to find that if Duo hadn't paid attention to their argument, it was because he had fallen asleep. Luckily, he was tucked in one corner and hadn't slid under the surface or anything. Wufei clasped Heero's chain to another ring and slid in the water, chuckling.
"Duo?" he called softly, gently pushing back errand locks of hair that had fallen across the cat's face while drying.
"Mmmph," Duo answered intelligently, nuzzling his hand. Chuckling, Wufei sat down beside him and gently scratched him between his ears. The cat began to purr, and slowly fell down toward Wufei, until he was leaning on his shoulder.
Heero sat down in the bath with force, splashing water around. Duo jumped up, startled out of his reverie. Wufei glared reproachfully at Heero; the cat was tired, he had a right to rest. But the stare Heero sent back was so full of barely contained jealousy that the dragon blinked. He had known that Heero considered Duo his, but he had not thought that he was so possessive of his slave... No. Possessive wasn't the right word. Envious... ?
...Fearing that he was being replaced?
"Oh. Uhm. Hi, Heero," Duo mumbled, shyly waving over Wufei's mass of limbs. Heero snorted.
"I was wondering from where came that smell of wet dog..." Duo added as innocently as he could. Heero whirled around.
"I'm going to...." Heero growled, getting up menacingly. Wufei yanked his chain and he slid on the tiles, falling back in the water.
"No battles in the bath, you two."
Duo snickered, then sent an apologetic smile to Heero. The wolf seemed to relax some...
And then his stare fell on Duo's tail. Wet, strangely thin with the fur glued that way, and undeniably bare of ornaments.
"Still cold, Duo?"
The cat shook his head no, sending water droplets all over the place. "Warm water is great," he added, nodding fiercely. "Why can't I wash in there?"
"Because the hot water is hard to get and you'd only dirty it. Next time don't struggle so much and you'll be in here much faster," Wufei added with a smirk. Duo blushed at the memory of the silly way he had acted.
"Hmph."
"You're looking like a prune, kitten, it's time to get out," the dragon added, caressing Duo's cheek. "Get up, time for you to get dry," he ordered. Duo climbed out of the bath, grumbling, and swaying, dizzied by his long stay in hot water. Wufei helped him out with a hand on his thigh, just behind his ass, then climbed out to follow him. He rolled the Feline in a thick blanket and began to vigorously rub at his back and arms to dry him. Half-asleep, Duo was content to be handled and just let the dragon do pretty much whatever he wanted.
Heero was conscientiously staring away, his ears flattened on his skull and his claws doing that little tickticktick noise against the edge of the bath.
still no sex, damnit, say thank you to the moron. Heero's bath.
Heero glared and growled low in his throat as the dragon approached him. There was no way he'd be bathed like Duo had been, and there was no way he'd submit himself to the bastard's touch!
Unfortunately, Wufei didn't ask for his opinion.
"Your turn now. I trust you're not scared of water?" he asked, leaning over Heero to unlock the chain going from between his legs to the foot of the bed. He took care of placing a tentacle on the shorter chain linking the two ankle manacles and putting weight on it so that Heero couldn't kick.
Heero snorted and looked away.
"Good, then, it will be much easier," Wufei commented, unhooking the chain keeping his hands over his head.
Suddenly, Heero tugged on it hard, but Wufei just put another tentacle across his torso and leaned on him. The breath left Heero's lungs. The bastard was heavy! Chuckling, the dragon linked the two chains, the one between his hands and the one between his legs.
"Now, I'd let you walk to there, but I don't trust you not to try to run," he added in an amused tone before lifting the snarling wolf off the mattress.
Heero hated being moved like that, unable to touch the ground and basically influence his own direction. But there wasn't much he could do, he had already learned that much. He just put on a token opposition for a while, then stared ahead, his expression as close to a pout as what was possible for him, still sporadically struggling against the hold he was in just to make sure Wufei understood that he was NOT giving up, merely conserving his strength. At least the bastard wasn't using his hands; that was something Heero would not have tolerated.
They arrived at the shore and Wufei lowered Heero so that his paws touched the ground, and turned him to face him.
"Now... Play nice, boy," he smirked, he could not resist the temptation to bait the Lupine. And right on cue, Heero snarled hatefully at him. Wufei's smirk went wider.
Then Heero glanced on the side, at the ground behind Wufei, and his glare turned –darker, somehow. Then he turned his face away, refusing to acknowledge the dragon anymore. Wufei lifted an eyebrow, but decided that he should take advantage of his non-struggling-kicking-and-biting state, and lifted him again to slide in the water. He went deeper this time; Heero was taller and not as scared as Duo had been.
The wolf barely had a shiver when the water began to rise around him, that he contained fast. His face was expressionless. Wufei glanced over his shoulder to see what the wolf had looked at; it seemed to be the thing that had made him change his behavior.
On the ground, Duo's tailcuffs glinted merrily under the light of the candles, abandoned.
'Oh. It's about his ownership of Duo, then...' the dragon thought. It made sense. Heero had marked Duo as his own, but Wufei had removed the mark without a second glance. 'That's because, now, my dear cub, you're both mine...' he grinned mentally.
'Still,' the dragon thought as he watched his captive wash himself, 'his anger is different this time. It was hot... Burning. But now, it's ice-cold. I'm not sure I like it.'
He decided that he liked Heero better when he was pissed off.
Heero had managed to wash off most of the dirt and sweat on his torso and neck, but the way his arms were bound prevented him from cleaning them, and as for his back, better not to think about it. He would have dived under the surface to scrub at his legs and chase the dead hairs and stuff, but Wufei's tentacles, while not really touching him, were floating all around him, and much too close. He would have to bend over if he wanted to rub at his legs, touching Wufei's tentacles AND presenting his ass to him, and that was a big no-no. The wolf grumbled under his breath, trying to find a comfortable way to twist enough that he could reach those unreachable parts. He didn't doubt that if he didn't find away, Wufei would find one for him....
AUGH!!! He had been right!! Wufei's hand was pressed flat on the middle of his back, just between and a little under his shoulder blades. The Canine jumped and tried to twist, but Wufei had tightened his hold on him, and he found that he couldn't move without rubbing against his captor's body. A growl rose from his throat and he turned his head slowly to glare at the offender.
Wufei smirked, and began to wash his back. Heero snarled and pushed against his limbs, and Wufei tightened his hold again, dragging the wolf flush against his body.
"Will you calm down... HEY!"
Nearly faster than Wufei's snakelike reflexes, Heero had whirled around, jaws wide open. The dragon barely had the time to jerk back and interpose his forearm between the wolf's teeth and his neck.
Heero's jaws closed hard, taking in as big a bite as he was able to, piercing the skin and flooding his mouth with strange-tasting cool blood.
Two seconds later he had been thrown away by half a dozen tentacles, and found himself hitting the surface of the water with a resounding and quite painful smack before he began to sink. He was far enough from the shore that he couldn't touch the bottom of the little lake, and the heavy chains around his members prevented him from swimming or even floating. He struggled, but only managed to sink faster.
The second he realized what he had done, Wufei dove and swam toward his captive. He caught the wolf, winding his arms around his waist, and swam to the surface as fast as he could. Heero was too occupied with hacking and coughing up the water he had breathed in his surprise to think about struggling.
His jaws clenched tight, Wufei swam closer to the shore, dragging the wolf with him. Heero didn't resist, still trying to regain his breath.
The dragon dumped him in thigh-high water, keeping hold of his chain, and after nearly going under again, Heero rose slowly, still coughing occasionally. He glared balefully at the dragon from under his dripping wet bangs and lifted a hand to unstuck and chase the heavy locks away from his face.
Wufei idly lifted his arm and considered the teeth imprint. The flesh had been slightly torn when he had thrown the wolf away, but it wasn't that deep –not that it wouldn't have been if he had waited any longer. He had had no idea that a Lupine could have that much strength in their jaws; neither of his previous mammal lovers had ever bitten him that hard.
It had been a while since he had been hurt, and as he watched the dark blood slowly flow along his arm and into the water, he felt an unexpected, sharp anger rise swiftly from somewhere deep and dark in him he had never visited before.
He should have let that arrogant dog underwater longer, the thought came to him.
Half-crouching in the cold water, Heero was staring at him, warily, and it was visible on his face that he knew all too well that he was in over his head, but that he still wouldn't try to escape or beg for pardon. Wufei could give him the beating of the century, and Heero's attitude still wouldn't change.
He took a deep breath. No, he was not going to punish Heero. The wolf had bitten him, he had half-drowned, that was enough. It would be too easy to go too far with punishing him. Acting on his anger would make him a very bad master indeed.
"Turn round," he ordered in a stern voice. Heero blinked, visibly thrown off balance. He had been waiting for an attack, not an order.
"What?" he asked in a low voice, wary.
A tentacle wound around his arm and jerked him around, nearly making him lose his balance, and then there was the sting of a slap on his fur-covered ass. His surprised yelp resounded under the roof, and he struggled against Wufei's hold.
"Bite again and I'll spank you in front of Duo," Wufei threatened in a calm voice. Heero jumped, startled. "Disobey again, same thing."
A belligerent growl began to rise from Heero's throat and he struggled to face Wufei.
"I'll chain you on all four and spank you until you change your mind, and Duo will be placed just behind you, where he can see your ass in all its glory."
Heero's growl stopped without warning and he yelped. Wufei managed not to smirk at the way his nape was turning pink, but it was a close one. Heero didn't try to turn around again.
"Now, don't move," Wufei ordered sternly, and began to splash water on Heero's back and to rub at his skin. The wolf tensed, but he didn't really try to get away. Wufei washed his back, rubbing at the skin hard enough to turn it pink. Heero glared when he turned him around to wash his arms and shoulders, but then turned his face away, as if not seeing Wufei made him stop existing. He ducked when the dragon's hands arrived close to his neck, though, and got a slap on his butt for that.
"Stop moving."
"I'm not dirty there," Heero grunted, his lips curling over his fangs, but he didn't protest when Wufei splashed water on the nape of his neck. In return, the dragon tried not to leave his hands there too long; he knew that all canines were very uncomfortable with giving access to their throat, and Heero didn't trust him enough for that, nor did he consider him dominant enough to earn access.
Turning the wolf back to him again, Wufei began to scratch his thighs and hips, untangling the messy fur. The Canine jumped and his fists tightened.
"Be happy that I consider that you have soaked long enough not to need washing under your tail too," Wufei commented to cut short the violent reaction he felt coming. Heero's ears flopped down.
The dragon untangled the longer hairs on Heero's bushy tail, too, freeing a lot of shed fur patches, laughing inwardly at the way Heero kept his ass cheeks clenched hard. He was tempted to brush his bottom just to see him jump, but abandoned the idea.
Considering that Heero was clean enough, the dragon lifted him and slithered toward the bath. Heero's muscles tensed, as if he was going to struggle.
"You will walk by yourself when you have earned it," Wufei told him. The wolf didn't answer, just continued to growl low, so low that it felt more like a vibration than like a sound.
They arrived to the bath, only to find that if Duo hadn't paid attention to their argument, it was because he had fallen asleep. Luckily, he was tucked in one corner and hadn't slid under the surface or anything. Wufei clasped Heero's chain to another ring and slid in the water, chuckling.
"Duo?" he called softly, gently pushing back errand locks of hair that had fallen across the cat's face while drying.
"Mmmph," Duo answered intelligently, nuzzling his hand. Chuckling, Wufei sat down beside him and gently scratched him between his ears. The cat began to purr, and slowly fell down toward Wufei, until he was leaning on his shoulder.
Heero sat down in the bath with force, splashing water around. Duo jumped up, startled out of his reverie. Wufei glared reproachfully at Heero; the cat was tired, he had a right to rest. But the stare Heero sent back was so full of barely contained jealousy that the dragon blinked. He had known that Heero considered Duo his, but he had not thought that he was so possessive of his slave... No. Possessive wasn't the right word. Envious... ?
...Fearing that he was being replaced?
"Oh. Uhm. Hi, Heero," Duo mumbled, shyly waving over Wufei's mass of limbs. Heero snorted.
"I was wondering from where came that smell of wet dog..." Duo added as innocently as he could. Heero whirled around.
"I'm going to...." Heero growled, getting up menacingly. Wufei yanked his chain and he slid on the tiles, falling back in the water.
"No battles in the bath, you two."
Duo snickered, then sent an apologetic smile to Heero. The wolf seemed to relax some...
And then his stare fell on Duo's tail. Wet, strangely thin with the fur glued that way, and undeniably bare of ornaments.
"Still cold, Duo?"
The cat shook his head no, sending water droplets all over the place. "Warm water is great," he added, nodding fiercely. "Why can't I wash in there?"
"Because the hot water is hard to get and you'd only dirty it. Next time don't struggle so much and you'll be in here much faster," Wufei added with a smirk. Duo blushed at the memory of the silly way he had acted.
"Hmph."
"You're looking like a prune, kitten, it's time to get out," the dragon added, caressing Duo's cheek. "Get up, time for you to get dry," he ordered. Duo climbed out of the bath, grumbling, and swaying, dizzied by his long stay in hot water. Wufei helped him out with a hand on his thigh, just behind his ass, then climbed out to follow him. He rolled the Feline in a thick blanket and began to vigorously rub at his back and arms to dry him. Half-asleep, Duo was content to be handled and just let the dragon do pretty much whatever he wanted.
Heero was conscientiously staring away, his ears flattened on his skull and his claws doing that little tickticktick noise against the edge of the bath.
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very nice bathing scene, the bite and nearly drowning... aah!! *bounces*
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*cuddle* sorry I didn't feel up to writing on that tonight (but then it's been ages since i worked on Garou ^^;;;) I'll try to write the sex scene tomorrow.. (I seem to be saying that a lot U__U)
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Heero sure is grumpy, ne? ^___^ *sigh of happiness*