GW Garou ficlet for Sera

[askerian]

All windandwater's fault.


"No, really, he's my dog." Duo grinned, grabbing a solid handful of Heero's ruff, pulling him against his leg, and hoped very hard that the sheriff wouldn't ask to see his papers.

"...Well... That's a fucking huge dog, boy."

Duo grinned some more, and petted Heero's back, which was level with his waist. "Eh, yeah. He's a good boy though. Aren't you a good boy?"

Heero gave him a long, unimpressed look, and after a second, added a thoroughly underwhelming wag of his tail. Duo ruffled the longer tufts of fur along his back innocently.

"There a collar under all that fur, kid?"

"Well, there was one at some point, but damned if I can find it again." Duo dug his fingers straight down to demonstrate; they disappeared in the messy mass almost up to his palm.

"Hah! Maybe it's time for a good trim." The man stepped forward, cautiously gave out his hand, palm up. Duo worried, for a moment -- but Heero didn't miss the opening, stretching his neck to sniff at his fingers politely. The American bit the inside of his cheek to refrain from laughing. It figured that he'd be more polite as a wolf than a person.

"So you don't keep him on a leash, eh."

Duo winced and scratched his hair, giving the sheriff a guilty smile. "Well... I figure there are woods all around, so it's all right to let him run a bit. It isn't as if I can keep up. Maybe if I had rollers."

The man chuckled. "You'd end up on your face. He's got the instinct to pull?"

"Not really."

"Huh, not a Husky, then, or not a lot. With his blue eyes, though..."

"Heh. We got him at a shelter, so we don't even know what the mother was. He's a mystery dog."

Heero snorted. Duo patted his side. Yes, yes, stop the bullshit, hurry up and let's go, he got it. But if he cut it short, the man would be suspicious.

"He comes when you call?"

"Oh yeah. He's very obedient. He sits and gives his paw and plays dead and all that, too." From the corner of his eye, Duo saw Heero give him a long, suspicious look. he was pretty sure it meant something along the lines of, 'don't you fucking dare demonstrate.' He was feeling merciful -- that and he didn't trust Heero to do it right, or not to get his revenge -- so he didn't. "Dad said a huge dog like this better be very obedient, or else he wouldn't keep it."

"Your dad's a wise man." The sheriff scratched Heero's head. Heero's eyelid twitched. Duo felt the muscles of his back tense under his hand, and dug his fingers along his spine as a warning.

"You chain him up at night, I hope? Because if he wanders a bit, we've got a few farmers with itchy trigger fingers around the area."

"He sleeps in my room."

The man grinned. "A huge thing like that, in your room? Hope he doesn't sleep in your bed, too."

"Hah! No, his fat ass would break the frame."

"No wandering, then? Good. T'would be a shame to see him get shot."

"Oh, it wouldn't be the first time," Duo muttered. The sheriff arched an eyebrow at him. Oops. "It was a while ago. He, err. Scared someone. They thought he was gonna bite that girl, but he was just saying hello. The bullets just grazed him, though."

"I see. Still, we've got good shots around here, and they wouldn't like him around their prize bitches. He still whole?"

Duo bit the inside of his cheek again. Hard. "Er. Yeah." Snerk.

"You should see about getting him neutered, then."

Heero's ears flattened on his skull. Duo tried very, very hard not to laugh. "Oh no! I've got lots of friends I stud him out to. Who wouldn't want giant puppies, really?"

The man laughed with him. "Indeed. Alright, son, you can get going, but you better keep him on a leash if you go anywhere near people."

"Will do, sir! Come on, stud, let's go. Heel! Yeah, that's a good boy..."

Heero obediently kept close to Duo's side until they were well out of sight.

Then Duo called him "stud" again.

When they arrived to the camping site, Heero's fur was as tangled and full of mud and brambles as Duo's clothes and braid.


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EDIT:
And this one is for animeprincess



Quatre sighed irritably, picked up another folder to look for the details he needed to complete a form, and frowned when the folder was tugged out of his hands. "Duo. Give that back."

"You've been at it for five hours, give it a rest."

"The forms won't fill themselves on their own. Duo..."

"Either of us could do it, you don't need to. So take a moment to breathe, alright?"

Quatre actually growled. "No. Duo--"

Duo decided to pull out his secret weapon. "I've got a present for you. Catch!"

Sighing irritably, Quatre caught the little sachet and tugged it open.

Duo grinned, and stepped behind him to pull the blond and his chair away from the desk. "Tell me if it works? Hilde wasn't sure."

Quatre was still frozen.

"... Q?"

Duo leaned over his shoulder, and gaped at the darkening tear tracks under his eyes. There were spots appearing all over his neck and arms -- presumably under the short-sleeved shirt, but Duo wasn't checking, and his skin was taking on a faint golden sheen as downy fur started growing.

"...Uh. Quat?"

Quatre turned his head to look at him, then giggled, and batted at his braid. Duo winced. "Wow. Heh. It works. Bit too well, too. Here, gimme the package..."

He tugged on it. Quatre yowled in protest and batted it out of his hand, shredding the paper. Swearing, Duo reached out for it to try to catch it before everything spilled on the floor.

"Nyow!! Gimme!!"

"OhFUCK!!" Duo started running, dodging behind the desk as Quatre pounced. "Quatre, get a hold on yourself! You know how to resist drugs, you..."

Quatre had paused to roll on the floor, stretching voluptuously. Ooookay.

"Uh. Quat?"

The blond batted at a few sheets of paper sticking out. Oh, crap, if he messed it up he'd be so cross afterwards. Duo leaned over the desk to pull the papers away.

Quatre's eyes opened in full, blue-green irises way too large and too intelligent. Duo had the clear feeling that he was a particularly stupid mouse who had just taken the particularly obvious bait.

Quatre sprung, uncoiling, hand closing around Duo's collar to send him flying over the desk. A second later he was horizontal, breath knocked out of him, with a purring blond boy kneading his chest as he rubbed happily against the bits of catnip that had somehow ended up all over him.

"...Ow."

Duo could barely breathe, he had little bits of grassy things all over, he was going to have bruises the size of a soccer ball and Quatre was using his claws to knead him. He started laughing, and reached up to pet the blissed-out cheetah.

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Trowa found them in a pile on the floor, Duo's hair and clothes in disarray, Quatre sprawled comfortably on him and purring with a disturbingly blissful look on his face, cheetah spots still dark on his skin.

"Tro... get him off me..."

Trowa's eyes went to the blades of grass all over the place. He arched an eyebrow.

"Come on, Tro, please..."

Trowa knelt on the floor, gathered Quatre in his arms and lifted him off the floor. The blond was boneless; it wasn't that easy. "Pick up the catnip; I'll put him in bed."

Duo sat up, wincing. "Thanks, man."

"You're lucky he didn't make more of a mess," Trowa commented as he stepped toward the door, with Quatre purring and batting at his bangs sleepily.

Duo grinned and started picking up the catnip. "Yeah, but at least it was funny."

"One of these days, your funny will kill you."

"Nah. I'm not that suicidal with the risks I take."

Trowa didn't seem convinced, but Quatre was yawning, so he left. Duo started humming.

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"Hey, Wufei?"

"What?"

"Catch."