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WHEE!! actual sex!! ^________^ *beams*
And I'm still writing so maybe an update later ^____^
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.
He massaged closer and closer for a while, gradually making the contact more sensual, until his fingertips grazed the fur-covered sac dangling just in front of his face. Heero jumped, startled out of his trance.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"What does it look like?" the dragon chuckled, cupping the wolf's balls with his fingers and lifting them slightly. Heero let out a strangled growl.
"Stop that..."
"You really want me to stop? Seems like your body doesn't agree with your mouth, pup."
"I'm not a pup and get your hands off m...eeeeh!"
Wufei's hand had closed around his shaft, firmly, no hesitations, and pumped his hardening length slowly, teasingly pulling the sheath back and letting it slide up again, and the edge of his own skin was caressing the so sensitive head. He jumped, but only managed to make Wufei's hand rub against his dick from the top to the root.
"Stop that!" he demanded, growling, trying to turn away, but Wufei's torso was between his thigh, preventing him from even closing his legs. He thought about kicking for a second, but then felt Wufei's claws grazing the skin of his sheath through his fur. Making Wufei move too violently would be a Very Bad Idea.
They stared at each other, neither one willing to back down – and then Wufei smirked and, leaning forward, he grabbed the chain short of Heero's wrists to get his hands out of the way and just ... just pulled the sheath back and gave a flicker of a lick to the most sensitive side of the head of Heero's penis, grinning like a shark when the Lupine shuddered violently.
There weren't any more protests.
Duo was dozing off when he heard the moan.
Now, he had been hearing things for a while now, since Wufei had put him in bed and left him to return to Heero. He wasn't able to do anything, chained as he was, but he had still tried to keep alert, even as relaxed and sleepy as he felt. But they hadn't fought as he had feared, Wufei hadn't attacked Heero or vice-versa, and so, the cat had relaxed, laying back on the bed, turned toward the bench even though he couldn't see it because of the angle, the corner of the headboard and some stone pillars... stala-something, being between his side of the cave and theirs. He had listened to them trading tense words, and he had monitored their moves, the chains raking the stone floor, the barely perceptible swoosh of Wufei's tentacles and the clickety-click sound of Heero's thick claws, letting his mind picture what they were doing. The sounds weren't that alarming, and even Heero's growl, resonating under the ceiling, sounded more like purring than like any sound indicating danger and aggressiveness.
He had straightened up for a second to see Wufei... kneeling? And drying Heero off, had found it strange, but hadn't said anything since it seemed that the dragon was being cautious not to set the wolf off and the wolf was willing to let him at least try, and then the Feline had closed his eyes and tried to rest, still listening for those little sounds.
But the moan was definitely not in the register of sounds he had been hearing before. It was not a pained moan, and he hadn't heard them move brusquely, or the thump of a limb hitting a body.
No, it had been... sexual.
Duo jumped up, a strangled whine escaping his mouth when he managed to give a nasty pull on the collar around his throat, and scrambled on all four, trying to see past the headboard. The angle was all wrong... he twisted on his left side, crawled on the mattress until he could see on the side of the bed... Crap, damn stalactite... mite... whatever! He couldn't see them whole, just Heero's shoulder and back and his dark brown head... his muscled neck curved as his chin nearly rested on his collarbone...
.... and Wufei's aristocratic hand lost in the fur over his hipbone.
"ohmigods..." the cat whispered, barely believing what he could see. "No...nonono... Heero would never allow Wufei to do that..."
A rising moan proved him wrong. Fascinated, he stared as Heero's head slowly tilted back, until he was baring his throat. It was probably unconsciously, though, because he didn't seem like he was able to concentrate too much. His face was twisted with pleasure and wariness together, but Duo could see the wariness fade in a matter of minutes, and the wolf was biting his lips to keep down his whines and little whispers and all those sounds he did in pleasure that Duo knew so well, except that this time it was the water dragon tearing them from his throat, the one he hated so much.
Transfixed, Duo stared, his ears straining to get every sound, even the tiniest hitch in the Lupine's breathing. He didn't even realize that he had started breathing on the exact same rhythm.
His pleasure was building, stronger and stronger, like a tidal wave, and the wolf groaned, breathless. How and when the dragon had learned to give head, he didn't have a clue, but the fact that he couldn't even think about protesting gave praise to his ability. It was so good, and gods, but he had needed that, after all the tenseness and the aggression, and Duo's and his making-out session interrupted this morning.
He was coming, his eyes closed tight, his body tensing, head thrown back, only staying sitting because of the chains on his wrists, but he didn't care about that, he only cared about the pleasure making his back arch and his toes curl... and just as he was coming, he felt the pad of a finger brush past his balls and teasingly caress his entrance. The shot of pleasure running through his body enhanced his orgasm so much that he nearly passed out.
Far away, he could feel arms circling his hips to keep him on the bench, but he didn't really care; he only cared about the way that devastating orgasm was making his body jerk and spasm like a bolt of thunder. He screamed, once, then sagged into the dragon's arms, moaning low, and uncaring about the fact that it was his enemy's neck he was hiding his own face in.
When Heero came back to himself, at least somewhat, it was to realize that he was licking his own come off Wufei's fingers, his eyes closed, tiny whimpers still leaving his throat. He opened his eyes... to see the dragon's black gaze fixed on his face, with a really intense expression Heero had troubles to decrypt.
Heero scurried back, feeling dizzy with his sudden blush, his eyes wide open.
Wufei was smirking, a tiny, secret smirk that barely lifted one corner of his mouth. Heero felt a growl rising just by pure force of habit... and then he saw the liquid still on Wufei's lips, and forgot his anger as he realized that it was his _essence_ .
Under his mesmerized gaze, Wufei's tongue flickered on his own lips, licking off some of the remaining come. The wolf bit his lips, unable to look away from the thin lips, still wet from him. He groaned, or maybe was it a moan, when Wufei slowly leaned toward him and their breaths mingled. All he could think about was that he hadn't seen or heard the dragon spit, and it made him feel dizzy.
If Duo had been able of thought, he'd have wondered if his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets.
His aggressive son of a bitch of a master and their sadistic dragon captor were kissing. And not a little kiss, either, but something deep, and hungry. And not one-sided either.
He moaned, trying to imagine what it was that Wufei had done to make Heero respond that way.
Was it a dream? It had to be. He had fallen asleep and now he was dreaming.
He flattened on the bed, face first, hiding his burning cheeks in the covers. That was one helluva fucked up dream. He was living up to his neck in sex since Heero had captured him, and it was on his brain, that was the only explanation he could give as to why, oversexed as he was, he still dreamed about things like that...
His erection was throbbing against the silk covers.
Heero growled into the kiss when Wufei refused to give him dominance, and bit down on those lips that he felt smirking against his own. The dragon had kneeled for him, but now, he was acting like he was dominant again, standing up and forcing Heero to throw his head back to continue to kiss him, and...
Heero tried to stand up to stay at his height, but the chains prevented him from straightening up, and Wufei was leaning over him, making it impossible for him to get up correctly, totally invading his space... The wolf growled again, trying to push him back with his shoulder, but the water dragon only moved his upper body with him, and Heero had so little leverage he nearly fell back on the bench. He snarled, and wrenched his lips away, glaring up at the dragon. His black eyes were laughing at him, and Heero felt like tearing his throat out with his teeth and watch him die in agony.
And then, one of Wufei's hands clenched slightly on his buttock, his fingertips dipping in the cleft under his tail, reminding Heero that two minutes ago, the dragon had been caressing his entrance, and he had let him do it.
Even worse, he had derived pleasure from that contact. 'Why not beg him to fuck me?' the wolf thought, ashamed of himself. Wufei could have penetrated him, and he wouldn't have protested, too caught up in his orgasm to care.
"Stop," he ordered, his voice low and tense. He hated how Wufei's sheer size dwarfed him. That was not something he was used to. While not the tallest Lupine ever, he had not been small either in his clan, and had compensated his lack of height by the width of his shoulders and the muscles on his torso. But Wufei's upper body was as large as his own, if not more, and when he was coiling his tentacles under him that way, he was at least one head taller than the Canine. Heero hated feeling so physically dominated. And he couldn't even step back and regain his vital space, because of the bench just behind his knees, and the chains connecting his wrists to the floor.
He was trapped, so close to the dragon's body that he would have been able to feel his body heat if the reptile had had any to share, his scent invading his nostrils and the dragon's arms around him. And his hands still massaging his buttocks, damnit.
He couldn't even look up to meet his eyes, because that meant baring his throat, and so, he had to look straight ahead, at Wufei's torso, and his hairless skin was so close Heero's nose was brushing against it. The dragon was leaning closer and closer, nearly imperceptibly. "Stop," he ordered again, letting some of his tenseness slip into his voice.
Surprisingly, the dragon obeyed.
Wufei looked down at Heero's head. From his viewpoint, he could only see messy brown bangs and a chiseled cheek. He didn't even need to be touching the other male to realize that the other's muscles were beginning to tense up again. That would make everything he had done so far a waste of time.
He was pushing too fast. He slid back to leave some breathing space to the male, fleetingly regretting the skin irradiating its warmth so close to his own cool body and the hard planes of his torso brushing against him. His hands trailed over the wolf's hips then fell at his sides, abandoning those delightful bulging mounts. Heero had such a tight butt, maybe even tighter than Duo's... not surprising, since it seemed that he was not letting people access it that easily.
Impersonal again, to let the wolf regain some much needed calm and composure, he bent down to detach the chain from the ring, then straightened up again. Heero's hands were clenched in fists, but loosely, more as a habit than because he felt excessively defensive. Wufei looked at them for a few seconds.
Heero had strong hands, brown, tanned by the sun, with defined muscles and a vein running on their back, and long, strong fingers. They looked rough and tough and suddenly, he wanted to feel them.
Heero jerked his head up when the dragon let the chain slide from his hands and, in the same movement, closed his fingers around his captive's wrists, over the steel cuffs, and pulled at his hands. Mystified, and confused –the gesture wasn't rushed and Wufei was acting more like he was guiding Heero than like he was forcing him – the wolf didn't protest, offering only a token resistance to the unexpected move.
His head bent forward, his dark eyes totally absorbed by his own actions, Wufei guided his hands until Heero's loose fists were resting on his pectorals, then, pressing them there slightly, he moved them down so that Heero's fingers uncurled. The wolf could have resisted, the pressure wasn't enough to really force him to open his hands if he clenched them hard enough, but he was too bemused to do just that. He stared, too, at his own hands splayed open on his captor's torso, his captor's hands closed around his own wrists. The contrast between rough, tanned mammal skin and smooth, bronze-colored reptilian skin was strangely compelling.
There was a long lock of dark hair that was brushing against his fingers, having gotten free of the loose braid in which Wufei had gathered his hair earlier. Heero stretched his fingers to touch it, his roughened palm sliding against the other male's so smooth skin. He caught the ebony strands and twisted them around his fingers, tugging lightly at Wufei's hair, not even looking up to watch his face, just staring at what he held. Wufei's hair felt so different from Duo's. Less silky, straighter, not as supple, and a little thicker; but that was far from being unpleasant.
Wufei's hands on his wrists were pushing his hands lower, pressing his palms against his thoracic cage and the first bumps of very developed abdominal muscles, and the strands slid free of Heero's fingers. His eyes followed the movement, stared at the barely perceptible dip the pressure made into Wufei's flesh, and he pressed harder, not much at first, just enough that he could really see Wufei's muscles give under his fingers, then even harder. He could not look away. The moment was hypnotic.
When Wufei let go of his wrists, Heero's hands didn't fell right away. They stayed in place for a few seconds, then slid down, his fingers trailing on the dragon's skin, like Wufei's fingers had trailed over his hips a few minutes ago.
They had been staring for what felt so long that, when Heero's fists fell at his sides, the dragon and him could still see two handprints on the reptile's belly.
It felt like a small eternity after that the dragon reached to take the chain in hand again. But he didn't clench his hand around it, not really. He really didn't think that the Canine would try anything just now, he just couldn't let it drag on the ground.
What they had shared just now, the dragon reflected dazedly, had been more intimate than when Wufei had had Heero's cock down his throat.
"Come on," he said in a low voice, unwilling to break the strange atmosphere between them.
Heero shook himself and frowned reflexively. He was still shackled and Wufei was still the one having a hold of his leash. But somehow...
He didn't know what had just happened, but whatever it had been, he still felt dizzy.
And I'm still writing so maybe an update later ^____^
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.
He massaged closer and closer for a while, gradually making the contact more sensual, until his fingertips grazed the fur-covered sac dangling just in front of his face. Heero jumped, startled out of his trance.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"What does it look like?" the dragon chuckled, cupping the wolf's balls with his fingers and lifting them slightly. Heero let out a strangled growl.
"Stop that..."
"You really want me to stop? Seems like your body doesn't agree with your mouth, pup."
"I'm not a pup and get your hands off m...eeeeh!"
Wufei's hand had closed around his shaft, firmly, no hesitations, and pumped his hardening length slowly, teasingly pulling the sheath back and letting it slide up again, and the edge of his own skin was caressing the so sensitive head. He jumped, but only managed to make Wufei's hand rub against his dick from the top to the root.
"Stop that!" he demanded, growling, trying to turn away, but Wufei's torso was between his thigh, preventing him from even closing his legs. He thought about kicking for a second, but then felt Wufei's claws grazing the skin of his sheath through his fur. Making Wufei move too violently would be a Very Bad Idea.
They stared at each other, neither one willing to back down – and then Wufei smirked and, leaning forward, he grabbed the chain short of Heero's wrists to get his hands out of the way and just ... just pulled the sheath back and gave a flicker of a lick to the most sensitive side of the head of Heero's penis, grinning like a shark when the Lupine shuddered violently.
There weren't any more protests.
Duo was dozing off when he heard the moan.
Now, he had been hearing things for a while now, since Wufei had put him in bed and left him to return to Heero. He wasn't able to do anything, chained as he was, but he had still tried to keep alert, even as relaxed and sleepy as he felt. But they hadn't fought as he had feared, Wufei hadn't attacked Heero or vice-versa, and so, the cat had relaxed, laying back on the bed, turned toward the bench even though he couldn't see it because of the angle, the corner of the headboard and some stone pillars... stala-something, being between his side of the cave and theirs. He had listened to them trading tense words, and he had monitored their moves, the chains raking the stone floor, the barely perceptible swoosh of Wufei's tentacles and the clickety-click sound of Heero's thick claws, letting his mind picture what they were doing. The sounds weren't that alarming, and even Heero's growl, resonating under the ceiling, sounded more like purring than like any sound indicating danger and aggressiveness.
He had straightened up for a second to see Wufei... kneeling? And drying Heero off, had found it strange, but hadn't said anything since it seemed that the dragon was being cautious not to set the wolf off and the wolf was willing to let him at least try, and then the Feline had closed his eyes and tried to rest, still listening for those little sounds.
But the moan was definitely not in the register of sounds he had been hearing before. It was not a pained moan, and he hadn't heard them move brusquely, or the thump of a limb hitting a body.
No, it had been... sexual.
Duo jumped up, a strangled whine escaping his mouth when he managed to give a nasty pull on the collar around his throat, and scrambled on all four, trying to see past the headboard. The angle was all wrong... he twisted on his left side, crawled on the mattress until he could see on the side of the bed... Crap, damn stalactite... mite... whatever! He couldn't see them whole, just Heero's shoulder and back and his dark brown head... his muscled neck curved as his chin nearly rested on his collarbone...
.... and Wufei's aristocratic hand lost in the fur over his hipbone.
"ohmigods..." the cat whispered, barely believing what he could see. "No...nonono... Heero would never allow Wufei to do that..."
A rising moan proved him wrong. Fascinated, he stared as Heero's head slowly tilted back, until he was baring his throat. It was probably unconsciously, though, because he didn't seem like he was able to concentrate too much. His face was twisted with pleasure and wariness together, but Duo could see the wariness fade in a matter of minutes, and the wolf was biting his lips to keep down his whines and little whispers and all those sounds he did in pleasure that Duo knew so well, except that this time it was the water dragon tearing them from his throat, the one he hated so much.
Transfixed, Duo stared, his ears straining to get every sound, even the tiniest hitch in the Lupine's breathing. He didn't even realize that he had started breathing on the exact same rhythm.
His pleasure was building, stronger and stronger, like a tidal wave, and the wolf groaned, breathless. How and when the dragon had learned to give head, he didn't have a clue, but the fact that he couldn't even think about protesting gave praise to his ability. It was so good, and gods, but he had needed that, after all the tenseness and the aggression, and Duo's and his making-out session interrupted this morning.
He was coming, his eyes closed tight, his body tensing, head thrown back, only staying sitting because of the chains on his wrists, but he didn't care about that, he only cared about the pleasure making his back arch and his toes curl... and just as he was coming, he felt the pad of a finger brush past his balls and teasingly caress his entrance. The shot of pleasure running through his body enhanced his orgasm so much that he nearly passed out.
Far away, he could feel arms circling his hips to keep him on the bench, but he didn't really care; he only cared about the way that devastating orgasm was making his body jerk and spasm like a bolt of thunder. He screamed, once, then sagged into the dragon's arms, moaning low, and uncaring about the fact that it was his enemy's neck he was hiding his own face in.
When Heero came back to himself, at least somewhat, it was to realize that he was licking his own come off Wufei's fingers, his eyes closed, tiny whimpers still leaving his throat. He opened his eyes... to see the dragon's black gaze fixed on his face, with a really intense expression Heero had troubles to decrypt.
Heero scurried back, feeling dizzy with his sudden blush, his eyes wide open.
Wufei was smirking, a tiny, secret smirk that barely lifted one corner of his mouth. Heero felt a growl rising just by pure force of habit... and then he saw the liquid still on Wufei's lips, and forgot his anger as he realized that it was his _essence_ .
Under his mesmerized gaze, Wufei's tongue flickered on his own lips, licking off some of the remaining come. The wolf bit his lips, unable to look away from the thin lips, still wet from him. He groaned, or maybe was it a moan, when Wufei slowly leaned toward him and their breaths mingled. All he could think about was that he hadn't seen or heard the dragon spit, and it made him feel dizzy.
If Duo had been able of thought, he'd have wondered if his eyes were going to pop out of their sockets.
His aggressive son of a bitch of a master and their sadistic dragon captor were kissing. And not a little kiss, either, but something deep, and hungry. And not one-sided either.
He moaned, trying to imagine what it was that Wufei had done to make Heero respond that way.
Was it a dream? It had to be. He had fallen asleep and now he was dreaming.
He flattened on the bed, face first, hiding his burning cheeks in the covers. That was one helluva fucked up dream. He was living up to his neck in sex since Heero had captured him, and it was on his brain, that was the only explanation he could give as to why, oversexed as he was, he still dreamed about things like that...
His erection was throbbing against the silk covers.
Heero growled into the kiss when Wufei refused to give him dominance, and bit down on those lips that he felt smirking against his own. The dragon had kneeled for him, but now, he was acting like he was dominant again, standing up and forcing Heero to throw his head back to continue to kiss him, and...
Heero tried to stand up to stay at his height, but the chains prevented him from straightening up, and Wufei was leaning over him, making it impossible for him to get up correctly, totally invading his space... The wolf growled again, trying to push him back with his shoulder, but the water dragon only moved his upper body with him, and Heero had so little leverage he nearly fell back on the bench. He snarled, and wrenched his lips away, glaring up at the dragon. His black eyes were laughing at him, and Heero felt like tearing his throat out with his teeth and watch him die in agony.
And then, one of Wufei's hands clenched slightly on his buttock, his fingertips dipping in the cleft under his tail, reminding Heero that two minutes ago, the dragon had been caressing his entrance, and he had let him do it.
Even worse, he had derived pleasure from that contact. 'Why not beg him to fuck me?' the wolf thought, ashamed of himself. Wufei could have penetrated him, and he wouldn't have protested, too caught up in his orgasm to care.
"Stop," he ordered, his voice low and tense. He hated how Wufei's sheer size dwarfed him. That was not something he was used to. While not the tallest Lupine ever, he had not been small either in his clan, and had compensated his lack of height by the width of his shoulders and the muscles on his torso. But Wufei's upper body was as large as his own, if not more, and when he was coiling his tentacles under him that way, he was at least one head taller than the Canine. Heero hated feeling so physically dominated. And he couldn't even step back and regain his vital space, because of the bench just behind his knees, and the chains connecting his wrists to the floor.
He was trapped, so close to the dragon's body that he would have been able to feel his body heat if the reptile had had any to share, his scent invading his nostrils and the dragon's arms around him. And his hands still massaging his buttocks, damnit.
He couldn't even look up to meet his eyes, because that meant baring his throat, and so, he had to look straight ahead, at Wufei's torso, and his hairless skin was so close Heero's nose was brushing against it. The dragon was leaning closer and closer, nearly imperceptibly. "Stop," he ordered again, letting some of his tenseness slip into his voice.
Surprisingly, the dragon obeyed.
Wufei looked down at Heero's head. From his viewpoint, he could only see messy brown bangs and a chiseled cheek. He didn't even need to be touching the other male to realize that the other's muscles were beginning to tense up again. That would make everything he had done so far a waste of time.
He was pushing too fast. He slid back to leave some breathing space to the male, fleetingly regretting the skin irradiating its warmth so close to his own cool body and the hard planes of his torso brushing against him. His hands trailed over the wolf's hips then fell at his sides, abandoning those delightful bulging mounts. Heero had such a tight butt, maybe even tighter than Duo's... not surprising, since it seemed that he was not letting people access it that easily.
Impersonal again, to let the wolf regain some much needed calm and composure, he bent down to detach the chain from the ring, then straightened up again. Heero's hands were clenched in fists, but loosely, more as a habit than because he felt excessively defensive. Wufei looked at them for a few seconds.
Heero had strong hands, brown, tanned by the sun, with defined muscles and a vein running on their back, and long, strong fingers. They looked rough and tough and suddenly, he wanted to feel them.
Heero jerked his head up when the dragon let the chain slide from his hands and, in the same movement, closed his fingers around his captive's wrists, over the steel cuffs, and pulled at his hands. Mystified, and confused –the gesture wasn't rushed and Wufei was acting more like he was guiding Heero than like he was forcing him – the wolf didn't protest, offering only a token resistance to the unexpected move.
His head bent forward, his dark eyes totally absorbed by his own actions, Wufei guided his hands until Heero's loose fists were resting on his pectorals, then, pressing them there slightly, he moved them down so that Heero's fingers uncurled. The wolf could have resisted, the pressure wasn't enough to really force him to open his hands if he clenched them hard enough, but he was too bemused to do just that. He stared, too, at his own hands splayed open on his captor's torso, his captor's hands closed around his own wrists. The contrast between rough, tanned mammal skin and smooth, bronze-colored reptilian skin was strangely compelling.
There was a long lock of dark hair that was brushing against his fingers, having gotten free of the loose braid in which Wufei had gathered his hair earlier. Heero stretched his fingers to touch it, his roughened palm sliding against the other male's so smooth skin. He caught the ebony strands and twisted them around his fingers, tugging lightly at Wufei's hair, not even looking up to watch his face, just staring at what he held. Wufei's hair felt so different from Duo's. Less silky, straighter, not as supple, and a little thicker; but that was far from being unpleasant.
Wufei's hands on his wrists were pushing his hands lower, pressing his palms against his thoracic cage and the first bumps of very developed abdominal muscles, and the strands slid free of Heero's fingers. His eyes followed the movement, stared at the barely perceptible dip the pressure made into Wufei's flesh, and he pressed harder, not much at first, just enough that he could really see Wufei's muscles give under his fingers, then even harder. He could not look away. The moment was hypnotic.
When Wufei let go of his wrists, Heero's hands didn't fell right away. They stayed in place for a few seconds, then slid down, his fingers trailing on the dragon's skin, like Wufei's fingers had trailed over his hips a few minutes ago.
They had been staring for what felt so long that, when Heero's fists fell at his sides, the dragon and him could still see two handprints on the reptile's belly.
It felt like a small eternity after that the dragon reached to take the chain in hand again. But he didn't clench his hand around it, not really. He really didn't think that the Canine would try anything just now, he just couldn't let it drag on the ground.
What they had shared just now, the dragon reflected dazedly, had been more intimate than when Wufei had had Heero's cock down his throat.
"Come on," he said in a low voice, unwilling to break the strange atmosphere between them.
Heero shook himself and frowned reflexively. He was still shackled and Wufei was still the one having a hold of his leash. But somehow...
He didn't know what had just happened, but whatever it had been, he still felt dizzy.