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FURRIES!!!
YAY! back in the mood!!!
... now i only have to drag Sera and Mikke with me....
sorry Mikke, didn't write more than what you saw finally ^^;;;
(this is the rest of the bath stuff)(still no lemon to speak of, but we're getting there, folks!! )
"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. Wufei stared at him, then sighed.
"Wait a minute, Kitten," he whispered, rolling him into the blanket and slithering toward the shore of the lake.
He got there and came back, and grabbed Duo's tail, staring at Heero, and finally, the wolf felt the weight of his stare and looked at him. Wufei clipped the slave tailcuff on.
Heero blinked.
He must be dreaming. Had the dragon acknowledged his claim on Duo? And if he had, should Heero feel satisfied to see that he was respected or pissed off that Wufei had decided to throw him that bone, just to rub it in that even Heero's possession of Duo was now subject to his approval? As long as Heero was a captive also, they held no real worth anyway.
But he could not stand not to see his marks on the chestnut-haired cat.
Or had he just done that because he thought tailcuffs were sexy? With the man, it was a definite possibility.
Lifting the sleepy cat in his arms, the dragon turned his back to Heero and went to the bed.
Duo looked at him suspiciously when he lowered him to the bed, and Wufei smirked. He seemed to expect something, and the dragon would have hated to disappoint him... He leaned over the cat and pressed his wrists into the mattress, and Duo tensed.
"Hey, I hope you're not planning on doing anyth..."
The dragon kissed him, deep, chuckling in his mouth when he felt two big paws press against his hips to try to push him back, and just let more of his weight on them. Duo grunted and his claws pointed out of their sheaths, pricking his skin, but not piercing yet.
"Don't make me declaw you, kitten..." Wufei whispered in his furry ear. The ear flattened against his skull and Duo hissed, but his claws didn't come out any farther.
"Good kitten," Wufei mocked gently, patting his head. Duo gave him the evil eye and hissed venomously, especially when he felt Wufei's hand creep lower on his belly.
"Leave my dick alone, damnit, I'm still sore from yesterday."
Wufei laughed out loud, amused at his fierceness. Duo hissed again, really annoyed, and his claws sprang out of the tips of his fingers.
"Touch me and lose an eye, buddy."
Smirking, Wufei caught his hands in a snake-fast move and pressed them to the mattress each side of his head. He leaned closer, nuzzling the male's hair when he turned his face away to prevent from being kissed.
"I'm not going to do anything, kitten, I just enjoy petting you," he chuckled. Duo was still digesting that information when Wufei caught his mouth in a deep kiss, then released him and slithered away, winking at him over his shoulder.
"Try to rest as much as you can, Duo. You'll need it."
The dragon came back, and Heero glared suspiciously at him, but Wufei decided not to pay attention to him, and slid into the warm water. He deserved some reward for having taken care of his pets... and not having beaten one or even both of them for their stubbornness, and not having turned it into a sexual thing. Duo truly was too sore to play with, and Heero... He had to get him to relax around him first before he could think about doing anything to the Canine.
The dragon relaxed, leaning against the side of the bath, and let his tentacles uncoil and spread slowly in the water. It felt good...
He caught a glimpse of Heero huddling in his corner to avoid touching one of Wufei's members, and smirked amusedly before closing his eyes, sighing. The temperature was higher than his usually cool blood, and it had such a powerful effect on him... Hmm. He could easily go to sleep like that... In fact that was what he did, usually, when he went to the pain of taking spring water to soak in, napping in it until the water had entirely cooled down. But with his pets, he would have to cut it short; Heero could crawl out if the water became too cold, but he didn't have anything to dry himself off and the cave was scarce with sun rays to bask in; he could get a cold too easily.
Wufei could still enjoy his bath a little moment, though. He stretched his arms above his head, then found a more comfortable position and stopped moving entirely.
Through his lowered eyelashes, he could still observe the wolf, and took the occasion to note as much little details as possible. You could never know too much when having to manipulate such a person into obedience.
Heero had frozen as soon as Wufei had stopped moving, and was now eyeing him warily. The dragon smirked inwardly. It always freaked all mammals out, how a reptile could stop moving so totally. Wufei having a bigger body meant that his heartbeats were much slower, and him having cool blood meant that he didn't have to breath nearly half as much. When he stopped moving, he could as well be carved in a rock, as Meiran had complained more than once. And the water muddled up his usual scent, which was already faint and not as potent as a landbound's... The poor Lupine looked really suspicious now.
Chuckling inwardly, Wufei put all his will to appear as if he had even forgotten his presence, and nearly laughed out loud when, after a while of being freaked out, Heero felt sure that, no, sadly, he hadn't dropped dead, and so, was just ignoring him. And the Lupine suddenly looked offended. The dragon could have laughed out loud, really, but he was enjoying this way too much.
He spent some time lazily observing the Lupine in silence. Heero had good instincts, he noticed. Even after fifteen minutes, he still was wary, and very visibly felt the dragon's eyes on him, even when he saw that he had them closed. And the wolf trusted his instincts more than he trusted his own eyes, since he was not looking away from his captor yet. The dragon caught him eyeing his offered throat speculatively, but he seemed to dismiss the idea. 'Good choice, wolfboy,' Wufei thought ferociously. He would hate to have to kill Heero, but if the wolf became too much of a danger, he wouldn't hesitate.
But then, he would probably have to take Duo out, too, or else to keep him heavily chained all the time –and as for cuddles in bed with the sleepy kitten, better to forget these. If he killed Heero, Duo would not show any restrain anymore. He just hoped Heero never turned desperate enough for that sort of things. He wanted them tamed and at his side, not broken. His pretty little kitten and his ferocious wolfboy ... what a pair they made.
And they were all his, even if they didn't know it yet.
Bah, the chains weren't long enough to let Heero reach him, and he had a feeling that even if he did, the Canine wouldn't have torn his throat out. Threatened him, yes, and bit him hard, but not actually put his life in danger unless he tried to kill Heero. After all, wolves were wired to be unable to really hurt someone who presented his throat and belly to them. Heero knew that Wufei's race didn't give a damn about that clause, as he knew that many wolves had died from believing that a cat on its back was a cat surrendering, but that law was something that had been hammered into him from birth. He could not throw it away easily, not without some damn good incentive. Wufei intended on playing on that as much as he would be able to.
Wufei pondered the matter, letting his thoughts drift slowly, until he caught a movement on Heero's side. The wolf was glaring less and looking more like his attention was turning inward, and he was glancing at the bath's edge in between two moments of staring suspiciously at Wufei. After a long moment where the dragon wondered what he was up to, the wolf cautiously climbed out of the cooling bath, still staring at Wufei, and crawled two steps away, as close to silent as he could be in the circumstance. The chain prevented him from going any farther and even from getting up all the way, so he didn't, instead crouching on all four, facing Wufei. He was eyeing the cloth the dragon had used on Duo before, though, and the bed also, with what seemed like longing. His tail circled his paws in an attempt to keep in some warmth, but it was so soaked that it looked not much larger than if the fur had been shaved off, while usually the bushy appendage looked four times as big as it was now. It was not of much use.
Wufei caught sight of a shiver running up his arms, and decided that he had played long enough. The wolf was getting cold. Regretfully, the dragon opened his eyes slowly, and felt gratified when he saw his captive jump. Slowly, he got up, his eyes not leaving Heero's once. Unnerved, the wolf pushed himself up a little on his paws.
Wufei slithered out of the bath, not on Heero's side, and dried himself off. The water slid off his scaled skin with great efficiency and he didn't need long time to be entirely dry, except from his hair. He decided to braid it back, like Duo's hairdo, just to keep it out of the way.
Once finished, he turned toward the chained down Canine. Heero was growling low, visibly ill at ease and off balance. Wufei refused to smirk; it would have pissed him off and Wufei did not want him to be pissed off now. He rather enjoyed having him like that, not knowing how to feel and act.
He lowered himself, uncoiling his tentacles until he was as high as if he had been kneeling, and unchained the wolf, winding the end of the metal length around his wrist. Heero snarled at seeing him so close, but Wufei didn't react. Then, after a while, he tugged slightly on the chain, just to indicate that he wanted Heero to get up, not forcing him. He had to suppress his grin when the Canine actually followed his suggestion, still grumbling low in his chest.
As if that wasn't a big deal, the dragon guided him toward a tiled part of the floor, and took another cloth to dry him off. He didn't turn his back on the wolf, really, but didn't really face him neither, and that continued to put Heero off balance. Wufei was still being cautious, but the sudden relaxation of his treatment left the poor male confused on his intentions.
The dragon chained his wrists chain to a bench that was carved into the stone of the cave, short enough that his hands could not go higher than mid-waist over the point where he was chained. Slithering back, Wufei realized that Heero was dripping water all over the floor. His fur was so thick, it must repel rain well, but once it was soaked through, it kept the water inside with a way too great efficiency. The wolf was clenching his muscles, trying to keep from shivering.
The dragon frowned faintly. That would not do.
He shook his head, eyeing the damp fur with dismay, and chose another cloth, a bigger and thicker one, and slowly approached the wolf. Heero warned him off with a sudden and vicious snarl. Wufei marked a stop, staring at him right in the eye, but resumed his advance after a few seconds of staring, his hands lifting the cover-like cloth to show it to Heero.
He was nearly touching Heero and his snarl sounded close to a roar when the wolf stepped back, but the chain didn't allow him any more. Wufei stopped again, waiting for him to growl a little lower, then began to pat his arms dry. Heero jerked away, but Wufei gave him a slightly annoyed look, as if berating a child who was throwing a silly temper tantrum, and Heero didn't struggle, just continued to growl. The dragon patted at his shoulders, then went back a step, eyeing the wolf impersonally.
"If you sit on the bench, I'll be able to dry your paws," he commented indifferently. Heero growled again, but after a while, he sat down gingerly, trying to find the angle where the chains would hinder him less. He had to twist his upper body slightly on the side so that his arms wouldn't get in Wufei's way, but it wasn't that annoying finally.
Hiding his smile, Wufei moved one of his tentacles to nudge at Heero's left paw. A growl vibrated through Heero's frame, and he jerked his foot back, tense, as though preparing to kick.
"Do you really want that spanking so much, Heero?" Wufei asked, annoyed. The skin on Heero's neck reddened, and he relaxed his paw. Instead of twining his tentacles with Heero's leg, though, Wufei just propped it up as he leaned forward with the towel to rub the Canine's fur dry.
A constant growl accompanied the brisk drying, but Wufei ignored it. His keen ears were already growing accustomed to the varying shades of Heero's voice, and there was no real menace in this growl; it was almost halfhearted, as though he were only trying to keep up appearances. Resisting the urge to smirk triumphantly, Wufei slowed his motions slightly, almost caressing instead of just rubbing the fur on Heero's leg.
He was a bit startled, then, when Heero suddenly erupted into a snarl, and glared at Wufei with renewed viciousness. After a moment, he realized that his hands had traveled far up Heero's leg, almost to the top of his inner thigh, and that the muscles beneath the fur were practically quivering with tension.
Wufei didn't react immediately, deliberately continuing his actions as though he had not heard the sudden warning sound, but just as the tension reached the breaking point he left off that leg and moved to the other, starting at the toes. His foot clenched, the toes curling inwards, as Wufei scrubbed at them, and this time he didn't bother to hide his smirk. So his wolf was ticklish, it seemed; that was good to know.
Periodically, he moved the towel aside and moved his slender fingers through Heero's fur, untangling knotted patches of fur and caressing the warm skin beneath. Even when most of the water had gone from Heero's fur, leaving him warm and only slightly damp, he continued, massaging and caressing his captive's legs. The background growl grew lower and lower, until it sounded more like Duo's purr than a warning.
It was growing hard for Heero to sustain his watchful anger. He had been constantly on a hair-trigger for more than a day now, and exhaustion was beginning to take its toll. The warm water had relaxed him, almost against his will, and now this massage was taking him further. It was hard, too, for Heero to keep up his distrust and hate for his dragon captor when he was treating him like this... with consideration, almost kindness, instead of the arrogant carelessness from before.
And here he was, sitting before Heero with his head bowed, belly and throat exposed if Heero kicked... Even the knowledge that a kick would travel no more than a few inches before that iron-hard grip stopped it, couldn't keep up his defensiveness. He told himself that it was a trick, meant to lull him into complacence, but he couldn't help it. He felt more in control, in power, than he had since being captured yesterday, and it felt so good...
And he had acknowledged his prior claim to Duo.
Almost without realizing it, his growl had died down to almost nothing, and his muscles relaxed. Even when Wufei's hands crept higher, becoming more intimate, he couldn't rouse himself to fight it off. It felt so good. The progression was so slow anyway, he couldn't have pinpointed when those too skilled hands reached his upper thighs, the palms resting on top of his legs, massaging, his thumbs drawing circles into the finer and shorter fur on the inside of his thighs.
Wufei had to bite his lips to keep from grinning in triumph when, looking over his hands lost in the fur of Heero's thighs, he saw a red and moist bit of flesh peek out of the furry sheath.
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"I mean, really, it's farfetched, you want me to believe that you didn't let me go anywhere without being in your sight and always tied me up somewhere when you left me because..."
"Because I didn't want you to meet someone who would capture and hurt you, and looks like I was right!"
"Wufei isn't that much worse than you!" Duo screeched back, his tail lashing angrily. "What has he done that you haven't, except being more creative?!"
Heero's eyes teared up. "THAT WAS MEAN!!!" he cried, bawling loudly.
Wufei groaned. "Here he goes again... And HE's supposed to be the switch?"
Duo grumbled. "I'm too small to be a top at all, as the authoresses say. *grumblegrumble* Asuka is small, and she's a top!!!"
"She's not!!" protested Wufei. "Seraphim is taller than she is!!"
"Yeah but she's younger!!! Seraphim is SO not seme!!"
"Mikkeneko is younger, and she's uberseme, like me!!!"
"Like hell she is, she's the youngest!!!"
"Well, *I* am the oldest AND the tallest anyway, so there is no discussion. *I* am the uberseme."
"Not that hard," groaned Duo."you've got tentacles instead of legs."
"What do you have against my tentacles?"
*blushes* "Oooooh... nothing at all..... a little higher please..."
Heero screamed. "DO YOU MIND!? I'm having a breakdown here!!!!"
... now i only have to drag Sera and Mikke with me....
sorry Mikke, didn't write more than what you saw finally ^^;;;
(this is the rest of the bath stuff)(still no lemon to speak of, but we're getting there, folks!! )
"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. Wufei stared at him, then sighed.
"Wait a minute, Kitten," he whispered, rolling him into the blanket and slithering toward the shore of the lake.
He got there and came back, and grabbed Duo's tail, staring at Heero, and finally, the wolf felt the weight of his stare and looked at him. Wufei clipped the slave tailcuff on.
Heero blinked.
He must be dreaming. Had the dragon acknowledged his claim on Duo? And if he had, should Heero feel satisfied to see that he was respected or pissed off that Wufei had decided to throw him that bone, just to rub it in that even Heero's possession of Duo was now subject to his approval? As long as Heero was a captive also, they held no real worth anyway.
But he could not stand not to see his marks on the chestnut-haired cat.
Or had he just done that because he thought tailcuffs were sexy? With the man, it was a definite possibility.
Lifting the sleepy cat in his arms, the dragon turned his back to Heero and went to the bed.
Duo looked at him suspiciously when he lowered him to the bed, and Wufei smirked. He seemed to expect something, and the dragon would have hated to disappoint him... He leaned over the cat and pressed his wrists into the mattress, and Duo tensed.
"Hey, I hope you're not planning on doing anyth..."
The dragon kissed him, deep, chuckling in his mouth when he felt two big paws press against his hips to try to push him back, and just let more of his weight on them. Duo grunted and his claws pointed out of their sheaths, pricking his skin, but not piercing yet.
"Don't make me declaw you, kitten..." Wufei whispered in his furry ear. The ear flattened against his skull and Duo hissed, but his claws didn't come out any farther.
"Good kitten," Wufei mocked gently, patting his head. Duo gave him the evil eye and hissed venomously, especially when he felt Wufei's hand creep lower on his belly.
"Leave my dick alone, damnit, I'm still sore from yesterday."
Wufei laughed out loud, amused at his fierceness. Duo hissed again, really annoyed, and his claws sprang out of the tips of his fingers.
"Touch me and lose an eye, buddy."
Smirking, Wufei caught his hands in a snake-fast move and pressed them to the mattress each side of his head. He leaned closer, nuzzling the male's hair when he turned his face away to prevent from being kissed.
"I'm not going to do anything, kitten, I just enjoy petting you," he chuckled. Duo was still digesting that information when Wufei caught his mouth in a deep kiss, then released him and slithered away, winking at him over his shoulder.
"Try to rest as much as you can, Duo. You'll need it."
The dragon came back, and Heero glared suspiciously at him, but Wufei decided not to pay attention to him, and slid into the warm water. He deserved some reward for having taken care of his pets... and not having beaten one or even both of them for their stubbornness, and not having turned it into a sexual thing. Duo truly was too sore to play with, and Heero... He had to get him to relax around him first before he could think about doing anything to the Canine.
The dragon relaxed, leaning against the side of the bath, and let his tentacles uncoil and spread slowly in the water. It felt good...
He caught a glimpse of Heero huddling in his corner to avoid touching one of Wufei's members, and smirked amusedly before closing his eyes, sighing. The temperature was higher than his usually cool blood, and it had such a powerful effect on him... Hmm. He could easily go to sleep like that... In fact that was what he did, usually, when he went to the pain of taking spring water to soak in, napping in it until the water had entirely cooled down. But with his pets, he would have to cut it short; Heero could crawl out if the water became too cold, but he didn't have anything to dry himself off and the cave was scarce with sun rays to bask in; he could get a cold too easily.
Wufei could still enjoy his bath a little moment, though. He stretched his arms above his head, then found a more comfortable position and stopped moving entirely.
Through his lowered eyelashes, he could still observe the wolf, and took the occasion to note as much little details as possible. You could never know too much when having to manipulate such a person into obedience.
Heero had frozen as soon as Wufei had stopped moving, and was now eyeing him warily. The dragon smirked inwardly. It always freaked all mammals out, how a reptile could stop moving so totally. Wufei having a bigger body meant that his heartbeats were much slower, and him having cool blood meant that he didn't have to breath nearly half as much. When he stopped moving, he could as well be carved in a rock, as Meiran had complained more than once. And the water muddled up his usual scent, which was already faint and not as potent as a landbound's... The poor Lupine looked really suspicious now.
Chuckling inwardly, Wufei put all his will to appear as if he had even forgotten his presence, and nearly laughed out loud when, after a while of being freaked out, Heero felt sure that, no, sadly, he hadn't dropped dead, and so, was just ignoring him. And the Lupine suddenly looked offended. The dragon could have laughed out loud, really, but he was enjoying this way too much.
He spent some time lazily observing the Lupine in silence. Heero had good instincts, he noticed. Even after fifteen minutes, he still was wary, and very visibly felt the dragon's eyes on him, even when he saw that he had them closed. And the wolf trusted his instincts more than he trusted his own eyes, since he was not looking away from his captor yet. The dragon caught him eyeing his offered throat speculatively, but he seemed to dismiss the idea. 'Good choice, wolfboy,' Wufei thought ferociously. He would hate to have to kill Heero, but if the wolf became too much of a danger, he wouldn't hesitate.
But then, he would probably have to take Duo out, too, or else to keep him heavily chained all the time –and as for cuddles in bed with the sleepy kitten, better to forget these. If he killed Heero, Duo would not show any restrain anymore. He just hoped Heero never turned desperate enough for that sort of things. He wanted them tamed and at his side, not broken. His pretty little kitten and his ferocious wolfboy ... what a pair they made.
And they were all his, even if they didn't know it yet.
Bah, the chains weren't long enough to let Heero reach him, and he had a feeling that even if he did, the Canine wouldn't have torn his throat out. Threatened him, yes, and bit him hard, but not actually put his life in danger unless he tried to kill Heero. After all, wolves were wired to be unable to really hurt someone who presented his throat and belly to them. Heero knew that Wufei's race didn't give a damn about that clause, as he knew that many wolves had died from believing that a cat on its back was a cat surrendering, but that law was something that had been hammered into him from birth. He could not throw it away easily, not without some damn good incentive. Wufei intended on playing on that as much as he would be able to.
Wufei pondered the matter, letting his thoughts drift slowly, until he caught a movement on Heero's side. The wolf was glaring less and looking more like his attention was turning inward, and he was glancing at the bath's edge in between two moments of staring suspiciously at Wufei. After a long moment where the dragon wondered what he was up to, the wolf cautiously climbed out of the cooling bath, still staring at Wufei, and crawled two steps away, as close to silent as he could be in the circumstance. The chain prevented him from going any farther and even from getting up all the way, so he didn't, instead crouching on all four, facing Wufei. He was eyeing the cloth the dragon had used on Duo before, though, and the bed also, with what seemed like longing. His tail circled his paws in an attempt to keep in some warmth, but it was so soaked that it looked not much larger than if the fur had been shaved off, while usually the bushy appendage looked four times as big as it was now. It was not of much use.
Wufei caught sight of a shiver running up his arms, and decided that he had played long enough. The wolf was getting cold. Regretfully, the dragon opened his eyes slowly, and felt gratified when he saw his captive jump. Slowly, he got up, his eyes not leaving Heero's once. Unnerved, the wolf pushed himself up a little on his paws.
Wufei slithered out of the bath, not on Heero's side, and dried himself off. The water slid off his scaled skin with great efficiency and he didn't need long time to be entirely dry, except from his hair. He decided to braid it back, like Duo's hairdo, just to keep it out of the way.
Once finished, he turned toward the chained down Canine. Heero was growling low, visibly ill at ease and off balance. Wufei refused to smirk; it would have pissed him off and Wufei did not want him to be pissed off now. He rather enjoyed having him like that, not knowing how to feel and act.
He lowered himself, uncoiling his tentacles until he was as high as if he had been kneeling, and unchained the wolf, winding the end of the metal length around his wrist. Heero snarled at seeing him so close, but Wufei didn't react. Then, after a while, he tugged slightly on the chain, just to indicate that he wanted Heero to get up, not forcing him. He had to suppress his grin when the Canine actually followed his suggestion, still grumbling low in his chest.
As if that wasn't a big deal, the dragon guided him toward a tiled part of the floor, and took another cloth to dry him off. He didn't turn his back on the wolf, really, but didn't really face him neither, and that continued to put Heero off balance. Wufei was still being cautious, but the sudden relaxation of his treatment left the poor male confused on his intentions.
The dragon chained his wrists chain to a bench that was carved into the stone of the cave, short enough that his hands could not go higher than mid-waist over the point where he was chained. Slithering back, Wufei realized that Heero was dripping water all over the floor. His fur was so thick, it must repel rain well, but once it was soaked through, it kept the water inside with a way too great efficiency. The wolf was clenching his muscles, trying to keep from shivering.
The dragon frowned faintly. That would not do.
He shook his head, eyeing the damp fur with dismay, and chose another cloth, a bigger and thicker one, and slowly approached the wolf. Heero warned him off with a sudden and vicious snarl. Wufei marked a stop, staring at him right in the eye, but resumed his advance after a few seconds of staring, his hands lifting the cover-like cloth to show it to Heero.
He was nearly touching Heero and his snarl sounded close to a roar when the wolf stepped back, but the chain didn't allow him any more. Wufei stopped again, waiting for him to growl a little lower, then began to pat his arms dry. Heero jerked away, but Wufei gave him a slightly annoyed look, as if berating a child who was throwing a silly temper tantrum, and Heero didn't struggle, just continued to growl. The dragon patted at his shoulders, then went back a step, eyeing the wolf impersonally.
"If you sit on the bench, I'll be able to dry your paws," he commented indifferently. Heero growled again, but after a while, he sat down gingerly, trying to find the angle where the chains would hinder him less. He had to twist his upper body slightly on the side so that his arms wouldn't get in Wufei's way, but it wasn't that annoying finally.
Hiding his smile, Wufei moved one of his tentacles to nudge at Heero's left paw. A growl vibrated through Heero's frame, and he jerked his foot back, tense, as though preparing to kick.
"Do you really want that spanking so much, Heero?" Wufei asked, annoyed. The skin on Heero's neck reddened, and he relaxed his paw. Instead of twining his tentacles with Heero's leg, though, Wufei just propped it up as he leaned forward with the towel to rub the Canine's fur dry.
A constant growl accompanied the brisk drying, but Wufei ignored it. His keen ears were already growing accustomed to the varying shades of Heero's voice, and there was no real menace in this growl; it was almost halfhearted, as though he were only trying to keep up appearances. Resisting the urge to smirk triumphantly, Wufei slowed his motions slightly, almost caressing instead of just rubbing the fur on Heero's leg.
He was a bit startled, then, when Heero suddenly erupted into a snarl, and glared at Wufei with renewed viciousness. After a moment, he realized that his hands had traveled far up Heero's leg, almost to the top of his inner thigh, and that the muscles beneath the fur were practically quivering with tension.
Wufei didn't react immediately, deliberately continuing his actions as though he had not heard the sudden warning sound, but just as the tension reached the breaking point he left off that leg and moved to the other, starting at the toes. His foot clenched, the toes curling inwards, as Wufei scrubbed at them, and this time he didn't bother to hide his smirk. So his wolf was ticklish, it seemed; that was good to know.
Periodically, he moved the towel aside and moved his slender fingers through Heero's fur, untangling knotted patches of fur and caressing the warm skin beneath. Even when most of the water had gone from Heero's fur, leaving him warm and only slightly damp, he continued, massaging and caressing his captive's legs. The background growl grew lower and lower, until it sounded more like Duo's purr than a warning.
It was growing hard for Heero to sustain his watchful anger. He had been constantly on a hair-trigger for more than a day now, and exhaustion was beginning to take its toll. The warm water had relaxed him, almost against his will, and now this massage was taking him further. It was hard, too, for Heero to keep up his distrust and hate for his dragon captor when he was treating him like this... with consideration, almost kindness, instead of the arrogant carelessness from before.
And here he was, sitting before Heero with his head bowed, belly and throat exposed if Heero kicked... Even the knowledge that a kick would travel no more than a few inches before that iron-hard grip stopped it, couldn't keep up his defensiveness. He told himself that it was a trick, meant to lull him into complacence, but he couldn't help it. He felt more in control, in power, than he had since being captured yesterday, and it felt so good...
And he had acknowledged his prior claim to Duo.
Almost without realizing it, his growl had died down to almost nothing, and his muscles relaxed. Even when Wufei's hands crept higher, becoming more intimate, he couldn't rouse himself to fight it off. It felt so good. The progression was so slow anyway, he couldn't have pinpointed when those too skilled hands reached his upper thighs, the palms resting on top of his legs, massaging, his thumbs drawing circles into the finer and shorter fur on the inside of his thighs.
Wufei had to bite his lips to keep from grinning in triumph when, looking over his hands lost in the fur of Heero's thighs, he saw a red and moist bit of flesh peek out of the furry sheath.
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"I mean, really, it's farfetched, you want me to believe that you didn't let me go anywhere without being in your sight and always tied me up somewhere when you left me because..."
"Because I didn't want you to meet someone who would capture and hurt you, and looks like I was right!"
"Wufei isn't that much worse than you!" Duo screeched back, his tail lashing angrily. "What has he done that you haven't, except being more creative?!"
Heero's eyes teared up. "THAT WAS MEAN!!!" he cried, bawling loudly.
Wufei groaned. "Here he goes again... And HE's supposed to be the switch?"
Duo grumbled. "I'm too small to be a top at all, as the authoresses say. *grumblegrumble* Asuka is small, and she's a top!!!"
"She's not!!" protested Wufei. "Seraphim is taller than she is!!"
"Yeah but she's younger!!! Seraphim is SO not seme!!"
"Mikkeneko is younger, and she's uberseme, like me!!!"
"Like hell she is, she's the youngest!!!"
"Well, *I* am the oldest AND the tallest anyway, so there is no discussion. *I* am the uberseme."
"Not that hard," groaned Duo."you've got tentacles instead of legs."
"What do you have against my tentacles?"
*blushes* "Oooooh... nothing at all..... a little higher please..."
Heero screamed. "DO YOU MIND!? I'm having a breakdown here!!!!"
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